A collection of short stories I have written or am currenttly writing

After a nearby nuclear powerplant meltdown, two mental patients struggle to survive within the quarinteined confinds of a military blockaid with a 200 mile radius. CAUTION- This book may portray acts of extreme violence, and should not be viewed by younger or sensitive readers.

Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

Tamara Rose Catherine got rejected by her mate. She was banished, found by another pack who took her in and reformed her into a stronger, sassier wolf. They became her brothers and best friends, helping her join with her old pack and end up falling back in love with her mate, Dylan, once again. You can't fight the mating bond. Dylan and Tamara Rose finally managed to work all the kinks out in their relationship...all, but one. Dylan's brother, Jason. He kidnapped Tamara, beating her so brutally she lost her memory. Now, she can't remember anything except her previous life as a servant in Dylan's pack. She doesn't know about their mating bond, about her new pack members, about anything she's been through in the past few years at all. Seriously, this is about to be one hell of a roller-coaster ride.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14