Allison O'Donnell had always thought her dream of ever making it big was slightly far-fetched. Understandable though, especially since the most she'd ever been able to achieve were small photo shoots she was positive no one ever really saw. Until of course, she is suddenly recommended to a movie producer. She has no idea who the anonymous person was and for a while, has no time to dwell on it. Considering she was finding it impossible to balance the new busy and extremely demanding work schedule with a certain rude and obnoxious boy she just couldn't seem to get away from, it was no wonder.

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

In the kingdom of Highfire, you can pack an entire house into one suitcase, grow a vegetable in a second, and have an intriguing conversation with a tree that is four times your size. If you are Aurelie Dranoir, the chosen heir to the Highfire throne, you might not find all these things as appealing as they sound.

"Why do I remember every detail of the day I was born? It's not just because of the dream; it's because today, October 10, 1997, will be the seventh time." Eleanor Blackwell is turning seventeen and although excited about her birthday, she already knows what it will bring. At seventeen Ellie will meet the boy of her dreams, get swept off her feet, and fall in love. But Ellie won't get her happily ever after, because right before her eighteenth birthday she's going to be murdered. How does Ellie know this? Because this isn't the first time she's lived this story...it's the seventh. Every time Ellie is reborn she finds herself surrounded by the same souls of both her friends and enemies, the same love and, ultimately, the same death. Will Ellie be able to discover the secrets those closet to her are hiding? Will she finally be able to change things enough to alter her destiny this time around? Or, is she cursed to repeat the same mistakes she's made seven other times before and return once again? THE SERIES READS AS FOLLOWS: THE RETURN THE RESURRECTION THE REVIVAL THE RESTORATION

A Prophecy. A Shipwreck. The Battle for Britain begins... They hardly remember the May-children. The one hundred and forty children King Arthur exiled from Britain. Mordred – he’s the one they talk about. They say he was the only May-child who survived. They were wrong. This is the story of the children King Arthur sent to their deaths on the strength of Merlin’s prophecy. This is the untold history of the Children of the May. Children of the May is the first novel in S. J. Moore’s Children of the May saga. Inventively adapted from tales in Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d’Arthur and other medieval sources, the Children of the May stories are full of action, adventure, mystery, humour and romance - a version of the Arthurian legends for today.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

[on going] What if one boy could flip your whole world around in just a matter of weeks? [first posted July 2, 2013] I'm baaacckkk and we are finishing this story. Rewrite also potentially coming... (Jan 10, 2025 return)

A military experiment gone awry sent an entire country spiralling into chaos, death and destruction. The modernised nuclear weapons had malfunctioned, releasing toxins that were only meant to immobilise the afflicted. To everyone's horror, the toxins had transmuted (perhaps divulging the warped truth that it had been parasites the scientists had been working with all along ) into a lethal parasite that killed instantly, latching and residing within the minds of its hosts. To those who barely survived, there was an unspoken promise that the parasite, which now lay dormant, would finish its job one day. Only those who had once been mentally- impaired survived this cataclysm, having miraculously recovered in the wake of this ordeal. Then came news of people developing powers, people dissolving into occult groups, going insane and then dying a painful death- one filled with unadulterated madness. But that was not all. There was a madman bent on saving himself and establishing a new and improved rule where survival of the mentally fittest was key. I had to stop them. I had the means. Born with clinically- diagnosed obsessive compulsive disorder and now a telepathic with powers that were beyond me, I could very well level the playing field...