This is Sam first year of college and let's just say her mother is more excited than she is. However, something sparks her attention and it is not the cute boy on the baseball team. Can Sam survive this awkward situation?

Though once at peace their world is now rising in war. The Deamons and Angelo both have mighty kingdoms secluded to their own races, run by monarchy's. And just like every great kingdom. There are always those who wish to see them fall. Skyris is the mountainous region of floating lanshelfs the Angelo call home. Little is known of the lands queen, seen as cold and vicious she strikes fear in those unlucky enough to be caught in her presence. One choice out of a hundred possibilities can change your view and put you in the middle of a dangerous game. A lesson learned too late by one who wanted to change things, but not like this.

Lydia is a pregnant 19 year old teen who just wants to be happy. She just wants to have her baby, give it up to Catalina (Cat) and Seymour Goldwine, and get on with life. Sounds simple and easy enough. Oh sure, it's real simple. Until she starts to fall in love with Cat, who is unhappily married to Seymour. Then she starts to realize what a butthole of a man Seymour is, and what a wonderful woman Cat is. And suddenly she's not even sure if she wants to give her baby to such an unhappy couple. Suddenly she starts to really care about the bun in the oven, and suddenly she's trapped in a whirlwind of confusion because giving up her baby isn't the only trouble in Lydia's life. So read on, and take this journey with Lydia as she faces love, life, heartbreak, fear and triumph.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.