"I expect that if we're going to be working together you learn to trust me." He demands hastily, his eyes boring into mine. Something in my head told me that trusting him was a bad idea, but I needed the help, and he violently attractive. The hypersexed part of me didn't want him to slip through the cracks. Plus, I was doing really well with him. Who cares if he stood trial for murder, right? On the brink of failing law school, college sophomore Logan Davis is left with no choice but to seek aid from a professional. One who's on trial for murder.

©martomlin All rights reserved Dead Flowers January 2018 Completed (under lazy reconstruction) - - Jane Hughes is an eighteen-year-old girl that is about to dive head-first into the blood-thirty jaws of womanhood. Plagued with a mother that resents her youth, a disinterested father, and an impetuous ex-fiancee that's never been told no, she is on the cusp of change. She's certain her days will be spent with her unfathomably gorgeous best friend in the tiny music shop where they work. Then there's Harry. He's graceful, intense, handsome. He waltzes into her world carefully, one boot-clad foot in front of the other. They fall hard and fast for another, hardly having time to brace themselves for the initial impact. Harry nudges her toward a revolution outside of peace rallies and Vietnam protests, one that is gritty, insatiable, and tangible. Set against the backdrop of the violent, decadent early 1970's in North America, Jane navigates her path with uncertain boldness.