Greek Mythology. First installment in the Cupid series. Amore, Liebe, Amour, No matter what language you say it in it means love and it's Peyton's job. Her grandfather is Cupid and he's hired her as his newest apprentice against her own will. And now he says that he wants to hand the business over to her? No thank you! The hours suck and there's only one rule: no falling in love. It's simple since Peyton isn't looking for love. But it seems that Cupid's arrow is best shot through the heart when you're least expecting it. With one final challenge before taking over the business, Peyton has to find the soul mate of the only immortal thing allowed to live on Earth: a fallen angel. Easier said than done.

Tracy Marcus was a delinquent. And a really good criminal. Every night, she'd be chased by annoyed police, dodging flying bullets, or sneaking into buildings. However, when a new, very good-looking cop joins the police force, it gets harder and harder for her to get away with her schemes. She's determined to get rid of the officer, once and for all. Unfortunately, it will be harder to do that, as the officer is not only as cunning, witty, and smart as her, he's her next door neighbor.

OLD VERSION. PLEASE READ "The Blood of a Human, The Blood of a Dragon" FIRST. I wrote this version you're viewing now when I was much younger and much less mature. I don't even remember half of what goes on here. :) In 2010, I had an idea for a story. It started out called "Miranda", got to about 6 chapters, and was as good as a 13yo's third "proper" story could be. Dragon's Tooth is the next three year's worth of trying to make something of that idea... there's a few different versions in here, all of which I am leaving up as a monument to my writing journey. In late 2013/early 2014 I started on the "final version" of what is now called "The Blood of a Human, The Blood of a Dragon". It's a separate story which can be found on my profile, and I hope you read and enjoy. :)

What do a badass pianist, a seemingly talentless party girl, a quiet genius, and an immature guitar player have in common? Not a damn thing. Welcome to the Ursula P. Bradley Institution for the Gifted, a school for the prodigal minds of today's generation. If you think our future Fortune 500 CEOs, Albert Einsteins, Beethovens, and Monets can't party...well, think again.

Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer and an even better singer, she is the perfect lover for any man. Perfect, that is, except for her personality - the one thing you can't engineer.