In a world where ancient myths blend with the mysteries of the cosmos, **Ava Moreau**, a brilliant but skeptical astronomer, stumbles upon an encrypted map hidden in the constellations. This discovery leads her on a journey to uncover a long-lost civilization that holds the key to humanity's future-and its past. As Ava follows the celestial clues, she encounters a secret society that has guarded these truths for millennia, battling to prevent the knowledge from falling into the wrong hands. The deeper Ava delves, the more she realizes that the stars themselves are a gateway to a hidden power that could either save or destroy the world. "Shadows of Eternity: The Secrets Beneath the Stars" is a thrilling blend of science fiction, mystery, and mythology, where the fate of the world hinges on unraveling the secrets that lie in the darkness of the cosmos. Will Ava unlock the power to reshape destiny, or will she become just another lost story in the eternal dance of the stars?

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."