Okiemute used to be the girl with sunshine in her laughter and kindness in her heart-until the love of her life shattered her. When he left her for another woman, something inside her froze. She became distant, guarded, and done with love entirely. Determined to rebuild herself, she packed her bags, disappeared from her old life, and moved to a city where no one knew her name. In that new world, she rose from her pain and became a fierce, successful businesswoman-the kind no one could mess with. Two years later, a sudden family emergency dragged her back home. She wasn't prepared for what-or who-would be waiting for her. "Okiemute, this is Ovie... Gabriel Akweyvun and Ejiro Mary Ogba's son," her mother announced. Shock didn't even cover it. Ovie was no longer the mischievous 14-year-old boy who used to follow everyone around. He had become a man-a dangerously handsome one. Powerful. Respected. Untouchable. And somehow... also her new boss. His bluish-green eyes locked on hers with a heat she felt all the way down her spine. There was longing in them. Lust. Hunger. A silent promise that he'd been waiting for this moment just as long as she had. Leaning casually against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, tie loosened, top buttons undone. And the look in his eyes? Possessive. Hungry. Tender. Like he had been holding himself together all day and she was the final release. He pulled her close, lifting her slightly onto her toes as if she weighed nothing. Her fingers slid into his hair, feeling the softness, feeling the warmth of his scalp, feeling the way he leaned deeper into her touch like he'd been starving for it. Without breaking the kiss, he guided her backward toward the bedroom-one slow step at a time-giving her space to draw back if she wanted to. She didn't. She wanted him. She had wanted him all day. Her entire body was aching from wanting. And that night... They finally let desire speak freely.

I was three days old the first time I saw Father Polycarp Okeke's hands shake. He was pouring holy water over my head. A drop fell into my eyes before the prayer began. I remember the cold. I remember his eyes refusing to meet mine. I remember my mother laughing in the front pew and a nun weeping at the back. I did not understand, at three days old, why a priest trembles over a baby. I understand now. I am eighteen years old. I have died three times. And tonight, I am walking up the hill to St. Anthony's Mission to ask Father Polycarp Okeke a question he has been waiting eighteen years for me to ask. But memory is a door that swings both ways. The letter waiting on my pillow when I came home this morning was written in my own handwriting, in handwriting that has been dead since 1962, and it says four words I cannot stop reading: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

She made one mistake. He found out. Now she'll do anything to hold together the life she shattered.

Tom was nineteen when a goddess promised to save his dying mother. He believed her. His mother died waiting. Five years later, Ysva is standing on his porch, and she needs something from him. He asks if she takes milk. She is six thousand years old, luminous, and accustomed to being worshipped. He is twenty-five, going grey at the temples, and fresh out of things to feel where she's concerned. She took other lovers while he was in the next room. She laughed at him in front of her entire pantheon. She cursed him in a moment of temper and forgot she'd done it---he's felt it in his spine every day since. Now her kind is dying. Mortals have stopped giving themselves up as consorts, and Ysva is the reason the whole system cracked. To save it, she needs the one thing a goddess cannot take by force: his forgiveness, said out loud, where the world can hear it. Divine law leaves her one road. Three acts of mortal penance. Live as a human in his house for one turn of the moon. Confess every cruelty in front of his town. Attempt the impossible thing he names---and fail at it where everyone can see. She came expecting a desperate man, grateful she'd come back for him. She got a chipped mug, a dog that won't look at her, and a name tag that says EVE. The trouble is that she doesn't understand what she took. And she's about to find out. It's not forgiveness. It's a reckoning. 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨. She's about to learn the word was always a lie.

She married a ten-year-old king to save a kingdom that was already dying. No one told her why the kings of Eridug-Ki never live to grow old. No one told her what sleeps beneath the ziggurat, or what the god was promised, or why every crown is really a debt. She came south with a mission and a secret carved into her own skin, and she was the only one in the palace not lying about something. Then she fell in love with the one man she was never supposed to touch. And the marriage oath that binds her soul began, very quietly, to crack. A boy-king who hears the dead whisper through clay. A bastard who has spent ten years pretending to be no one. A sister doing terrible arithmetic with a city's worth of lives. A god that does not bless, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴. Four people. One throne. Forty days until the night it all comes apart. They think they're saving the world. One of them is right. That's the problem. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘴 --- 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦. 𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩-𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵.

Hunter called himself an archaeologist, but he was a modern day treasure hunter. Tiyana was a scientist devoted to her craft. They were passionate people, wholly devoted to their work. Neither of them had time for love. Neither of them could resist it when it happened. Neither of them knew that the world would need the two of them to save it from a tyrannical pre-historic overlord, his cyborg vampire paramour, and their army of mindless drudges. Dawn of the Epoch is an epic science fiction novel about dark matter, death rays, nuclear warfare, and the Large Hadron Collider, but it is also a fantasy novel about medieval warriors, alchemy, and ancient gods. Dawn of the Epoch blends fantasy with reality, bringing mythology to life today. It is also an apocalyptic thriller spanning the globe from the Pyramids of Egypt to the heart of Africa to the majesty of the Himalayas. It is an epic hybrid-genre story with intense action sequences, magic, mythology, suspenseful plot twists, countless obstacles for the protagonists to overcome, and an utterly Machiavellian supernatural villain. Testimonials: "Probably one of my favorite books I've read to date. Brilliantly complex, adoringly rendered and quizzically intense. A must read and one I plan to revisit, and share!" - Amgwatts, Wattpad Reader "This has to be one of the most original and well written novels I have had the pleasure to read, on Wattpad and in general. It was captivating, interesting, immersive and above all, fantastic. I was left in awe of the beings, history and world you created. It was never dull, dry or predicable and it was a nice change from what seems to be the ever popular teen romance with vampires or werewolves or 'bad boys that are actually romantic good boys.' In the end it was a very pleasant surprise." -IridescentLies, Wattpad Reader http://dawnoftheepoch.weebly.com

When Arianna marries billionaire Zach Price to save her family, she doesn't expect to fall in love with a man who'd always consider her a second choice. An unexpected turn of events brings the couple closer together, but can a marriage based on lies and deceit ever survive? ***** When Arianna's older sister, Olivia, decides to run away on the day of her wedding, Arianna is forced to take her place to save her family from ruin. But her new husband is angry, heartbroken, and seems to hate her guts. The cold, elusive billionaire Zach Price has never quite struck Arianna as the kind of man she'd want to spend her entire life with. She was more than content with her sweet, thoughtful boyfriend Noah, but when circumstances force them together, Zach and Arianna's hearts get entangled in a way she never saw coming. As the couple grows closer, they must battle the demons of their past and of the lives they left behind - especially when Olivia returns and decides she wants Zach all for herself. Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains scenes of violence and sexual abuse, and mentions abortion and miscarriage. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren Tachibana