Book Two of the Haunted Lover's Duo. "The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when they make their tormentors suffer. In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird." -Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War Two Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption. In the wake of Malcolm's death, Slate attempts a shot at normality. He tries to cope, and hopes staying close to Eden will aid him in retaining his sanity. However, there just doesn't seem to be anything going right, and the hole that Malcolm left in his chest just isn't helping. He's falling, and he knows soon he'll hit the ground. He'll crash. During a raging storm, Slate finds the one light that might actually keep him going. The one light to guide him through the darkness of his life, to bring him back from the brink, and maybe even to finally forge some beauty worth living for. A nymph, half-dead in the middle of the road, so close to the end himself but somehow able to shift Slate's entire world into another dimension. A clearer one. One that he may just survive in.

Book One of the Haunted Lover's Duo "People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will 'lessen as time passes', but it isn't true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn't be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it." - Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother asked me to tell you she's Sorry. Still wrought with grief from the loss of his older brother, Eden Moir seeks out Malcolm Reed, the best SN lawyer currently working in the surface world. His intentions are mere justice for his brother, who was wrongfully murdered by hunters. Eden has been juggling work and home life, or more like drowning in it, and is in a constant struggle with the tight budget that is being washed away by his mother's drinking problem. Yet, Eden yearns for more as he gets to know Malcolm. He desires for the witch to be more than his lawyer, despite how detrimental it could be for his brother's case. Love is worth the risk, after all, right? Sadly, Malcolm might not see things the same way, looking at the bigger picture, not wanting to cost those around him the career he has built all for his own selfish wishes. But, in the end, there is something far worse at play, lurking beneath the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce... waiting for the right opportunity to dredge up the agony within Eden's heart once again.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.

This is book 2 of the A Rose by Any Other Name series. It's been months since Derrick and Mike broke up, but, Derrick is still heartbroken. He needs to focus on rebuilding his life but it's hard when the magic federation is harassing him to join their ranks, his magical powers are only increasing, and Mike suddenly comes back into his life. Derrick isn't sure what to do or where to turn but he needs to figure it out before the magic federation makes the decision for him, regain control of his powers so he isn't a risk to society and decide if trying to win Mike back is even worth it. Genre: m/m romance, a bit of angst, soft magic

Shit. That's how Derrick's life was going after the accident. Hazy memories and scars he didn't need were splintering what was left of what he did remember. Derrick's tattoo shop seemed to get along just fine without him, his magic abilities were short circuiting and for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure who he was anymore. Not to mention some guy named Mike insisted that they were best friends before he lost his memory. As if he'd be friends with someone who breathed positivity. The only thing Derrick wants to focus on right now is recovery and finding himself. But life, also known as Mike, keeps getting in the way. Completed January 13, 2019. Genre: MM soft magic romance with some angst and a hurt/comfort slant.

Book I: Their Baby Boy Book II: Dark Desires (mxmxmxm) Iris Scarlatti Volturion is moving away from Creatures academy. His parents are finding it hard to accept their baby is growing up so fast. Iris is cold,ruthless and a killing machine when it comes to a threat on his friends or family. He is a powerful hybrid, with a vampire,demon, Lycan Wolf. He is the heir of the vampire throne so he has a lot of challengers,the elders didn't agree that a hybrid should take over the vampires so Iris built his own empire,his own kingdom. The final kingdom of hybrids. Hybrids all over the world came together and lived in Iris's kingdom. Millions of hybrid packs and clans,covens and groups were formed and hybrids came out of hiding because of Iris's kingdom that began its reign. Iris's kingdom was the strongest in the 15 kingdoms. The vampires,the werewolves, the demons , dragons, angels , fallen angels, the nymphs, witches ,warlocks, fairies, mermaids and serpents,the dwarfs and the hybrids. Griffin shifters,hellhounds and Death Wishes served the hybrid king and were the loyalest creatures he had saved. Now,a meeting was set up upon the 15 kingdoms to figure out a growing threat of human hunters. And upon this meeting,Iris discovers his 'mates'

Callum Minette is a twenty two years old. Attends John Hopkins university for a PhD in the medical field. Its his fifth year in the field and often keeps to himself. People would mistake him for an 18 year old girl most of the time with his very feminine features he'd gotten from his fragile mother whom turned into a cunt and ran off with her drug dealing boyfriend. Callum was in the care of his kind father who although they weren't that well off, managed to give Callum his all and now Callum was making him the proudest dad in the world by attending college which both his parents failed to reach. Callum's features included his shoulder length curly blondish white hair that was naturally white but Callum would dye it in hopes of being normal like other boys but that wasn't the only beauty Callum described as a flaw. He had a body like a woman too. Tall,thin and slender,not too fat but not too skinny either. He was an introvert growing up and mostly stayed inside their one bedroom shack in the dark side of town which resulted in Callum's skin to become naturally a pink pale hue. His lips were naturally red from biting them outve nervousness which was still a habit he'd been trying to stop. Guess bad habits die hard. And to add to his list of unnoticed perfection,he had soft hairless skin and the brightest baby blue eyes that bought out by the white color of his hair. In campus he was known as femboy or beauty and brains. Pretty boy or most the baby of the campus. People flocked him wanting his attention but he was terrible at it he'd just lock himself away. He's 5'4 taller than females but not taller than any male in his dorm house. Doesn't play sport but he's one of the best tutors around campus. Works at a five star restaurant where he encounters the rich multi billionaire. Has a little side but locks it away because its too risky What happens when he doesn't get one Dom but two???

Ren Zexian had lived 10,000 years, had experienced many things, had lived through many things. That included the death of his own realm. But what he never expected to experience was a zombie apocalypse. BL (mxm) I have no fixed schedule for this book as it was released on another site for a competition and on a whim. In the future, this will change.