I will be your heart, if you will be my shield. In a world where magic supposedly didn't exist, Serena has spent years struggling to conceal her unpredictable singing magic. While wishing for a peaceful life where she can sing without fear, she sees a man in handcuffs being forced into a shady research center. Their eyes meet, and the soulbond is forged. Darien is not from this world, and he's been held captive for years. With the soulbond amplifying his strength, he can fight his way through almost everything, but not every danger can be fought with fists. Their love draws them together even as power-hungry enemies try to pry them apart. They want to control Darien for their own purposes, but he's too strong to be controlled by force. Their love is their greatest strength-and their biggest vulnerability. But magic has its own rules, and no song can go unanswered. Excerpt: I pitied the man, although with so many cops around him, he was quite dangerous. Who needed 30 police officers to supervise one guy who in handcuffs and leg shackles? I watched him walk down the gauntlet between the rows of officers. It was as if I couldn't look away. He paused and looked around. His brilliant glowing blue eyes seemed to meet mine across the vast distance. I couldn't even blink as his eyes seemed to hold mine. The trees of a park broke our locked gaze as the bus kept on driving. I took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that I had stopped breathing the moment our eyes met. I had never seen such blue eyes before-and they glowed! A shiver ran through me. I had been too far away to make out the color of the man's eyes. My eyes watched the trees, hoping for a break in them so I could see the man again. I had no such luck. --- Fade-to-black action fantasy romance Copyright November 2017. Readers may not copy, alter, translate, or steal this story. Fanfictions may use my *world* and *magic rules* as long as credit is given.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

A story about a 17 year old girl named Caylee who is unwanted in her own house hold even by her own mother. The only friend she has is the butler named Herald and the head chef named Laurel. Until one day on the way home from picking up the mail she encounters a wounded dog wandering around the streets. She saves the dog and takes him back to her room without her parents knowledge, where she patches him up as best as she can. But he's a pretty big dog for being a German Shepherd, maybe he's mixed with a Great Dane or perhaps Wolf?

Millie Anderson had only gone to that party because her boss begged her to attend. Little did she know that it would change her life forever, in more ways than one. She saw him from across the room, the dark, mysterious stranger and her heart raced. His smile was the very predator stalking her but his voice was smooth and alluring. Duane Drakon hadn't meant to seek her out but she lured him in. He never meant to bring his families attention on her. Inadvertently though, he had done just that. His family was hoping that he had finally seen the light. They wanted him to stop his doughnut eating habit and return to eating humans. That had been their family way for millennia. They were tired of him dragging their good name into disrepute. When Millie finds herself caught in the realm of a real life dragon, she decided that she had two choices. She could turn tail and run, hoping that she doesn't become a flaming meat popsicle. Or she could stay and find out about Duane's world. Sure she had his family constantly wanting to eat her. Then there was the maddening attraction she felt for him. Mix in her own family dramas and life was rather hectic. She could survive this surely.... Couldn't she?