It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

*WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST* Second book in the Pirates series

Jilted by her fiancé, Marissa is done with men until fate steps in and she finds that Craig Langston may be more man than she can resist. Marissa is a high energy independent career woman of the 21st century who finds herself on a collision course with destiny when she is thrown 144 years into the past. Confederate Officer Dr. Craig Langston is an enticing man that any woman would long to fall in love with, and now Marissa is torn between rampant desire, for the man ignites her very soul, and a longing to return home. Can she find it within herself to embrace a new life in the arms of her Confederate officer or will more sinister forces intervene before she can discover what may be the greatest love of all time? To peek inside this book visit this link!!! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B008HYUETS/ref=redir_mdp_mobile

"What concerns did you want to discuss? Or are you just keeping me here to dress me in pretty gowns?" she spoke as she took a sip of the tea. It was bitter and strong. Beckett didn't face her. "The concern I had in mind to discuss is the mark on your arm." he answered." Jade Lockhart is to be hanged for her crimes of piracy. Right before the gallows, the mark of a key on her arm saves her life. She becomes a prisoner of the chairman of the West India Trading Company, Cutler Beckett. A pirate-loathing Lord who's goal is to find the heart of Davy Jones. [COMPLETED] Update: First chapter of Siren, the sequel to Bittersweet is out.

" There must be an easy way out?" I screamed " There is never an easy way out. You either survive your way through, or die" he replied Being the daughter of a famous journalist and the step daughter of an historian can have its advantages : famous family friends or even contacts, a very well working brain and a perfect report in school, a whole set of informations at home. But it also means no family time and business trip for her parents as well as a lot of expectations from her teachers and parents. Andromeda Johnson has gone through this her entire life and is pretty much used to it all. But what if her life was to change completely due to a simple history project? What is she could reveal and solve one of the oldest mystery ever ? What if she could travel back in time and change it all?

The decade. Rock 'n' Roll. Doo Woop. Elvis Presley. Marilyn Monroe. Poodle skirts. Heels. Ties. Sweaters. Probably one of the best time periods. At least that's what I believe. My late teen years and early adulthood years were some of the best. If I could go back for even a minute, I'd go back. __________________________________ This work is copyrighted. I own the concept, characters, and anything fictional thing involved. Sadly I do not own One Direction or Michigan or the real locations I write about. 1950 Madison Maryja Wheeler Cover By: RedTeen