𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴: #1 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 / #1 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 Effy Williams has always been a quiet, timid girl. Between facing bullies at school-and some at home-she'd always learned to suffer in silence. And her only friend is a short tempered boy with deep psychological issues. WARNING: aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language and major drug use. Readers discretion advised.

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Mattie Noelle is a simple girl that only knows of school, dance, and her overbearing mother that keeps her hidden away in the walls of their "perfect" home. She believes she's invisible and that no one could look twice; then comes the captivating boy next door, Jaxson Maddox. A disturbed high school senior with a dark look and an equally dark past that stalks Mattie and has an end goal of keeping her all to himself; no matter what it may take. RATED MATURE Highest Ratings thus far: #1 Stalker #3 Horror #3 Bad boy next door #8 Mature Audience #6 Creepy #96 Fiction

Two best friends head up to a cabin in the woods for a simple, harmless vacation. But things take a dark turn when they are kidnapped. Their only chance at living is to fight like hell and break free before their buyers come to collect. + A L T E R N A T E E N D I N G WA R N I N G : A B E R R A N T B E H A V I O R , B L O O D Y A N D G R I S L Y D E T A I L S , S T R O N G S E X U A L I T Y , L A N G U A G E A N D D R U G U S E .

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

Sequel to The Lone Dove: #3 Melanie Myers is the daughter of Poppy and Maximus Myers. She has her Mother's ethereal blonde locks and her father's amethyst island eyes. She's the heir to the Parker-Myers' Computer manufacturing and design enterprise but unlike so many other heirs, she wants her own business degree first before taking over such a global enterprise. Age eighteen, Melanie enrols in a Business engaging Academy two hours from home. Like any other school, there is an elite. A dynamic group that entangles with Melanie's life, in more ways than one. But, like all schools, this Academy has secrets, it holds lies so dark, most would turn away, lead a blind eye to the viscous and vile forthcomings that Melanie refuses to let go. Scandals and gossiping secrets would have been typical and easy to unwind, to solve...but when a hierarchy higher than the teenagers of the school folds into place...Melanie is in more danger than anyone would have thought possible. And, Edmund Creed, the lead of the Elites, will stop at nothing to find out why his sour lemon...finds herself in such reckless situations that he struggles to save her from a danger he too, is only now learning after Melanie Myers stepped into his life. His cold heart was falling for the sour lemon who thinks acting detective in this new world is a good idea. Read to find out why this cold heart of his...is always running for the sour lemon he cannot get enough of.