When Vega Moore was 13 her mother was murdered by a crime lord with a grudge against her father. After the tragedy the two moved from the town of Parkville Florida to Detroit Michigan. Her father needed a break from work and she needed therapy, so he went back to being a street cop and she took up kickboxing and the help she knew she needed. Four years later and their back. Back to their town, her father back to his job, and Vega back to the high school she would have been in if it wasn't for the move. But what happens when the girl who the whole town knew..wasn't what they remembered? What happens when the girl who used to catch butterflies and pick flowers with her mother turns up as a dark haired danger with a sense of justice she can take just a bit too far? When she walks with gait befitting a predator more than a girl? When she takes being good to borderline deadly? And then what happens when she collides with the son of the man she credits for destroying her life? Trouble.

So I get asked A LOT how to write a good love story or what makes a good love story. The answer is I honestly have no fucking clue I cant give you any advice because i don't know your characters. But I can write about what you should and most certainly should not do based on character types. Wanna make an unyielding monstrous woman fall in love with a prince? A loner fall in love with a beautiful fae girl? Maybe a playboy in love with a nerd? Maybe I can help, even if just a little.

Ever want to know more about my female leads? how they came about? what inspired me to write them? Now you can XD this book has been created simply to obtain a better understanding of the girls I love so much~ this book is all for y'all, have a question you wanted to ask one of my girls, ask it. and I'll respond in character interviews I plan on having in the future!

books I want to write but have yet to publish because lets face it, you would all murder me for doing another one... but if you really really like one don't be shy, tell me to unleash it upon the universe~ but steal my ideas and I will murder you because as conceited as this may sound. NO ONE writes a poltergeist book like I do ;)

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

When Gracie Granger was born the doctor who delivered her died of sudden heart failure. On her sixth birthday her uncle hung himself in her closet. Three months later her aunt drove off a cliff after dropping her off. On her 13th birthday her best friends family was murdered four hours after she left. After Which Gracie's parents moved them away allowed her to be hime schooled. "My name is Grace and People around me have this terrible habit of dying."

Lorelei Eden is the daughter of a wealthy merchant, bored with her daily life and the binds that restrain her as a Lady. She dreams of freedom and a new wild life she knows she can never have. Or never thought she could. Not until pirates seize her fathers ship and take her along with the rest of their loot. Lorelei is thrust into an adventure she never even dreamed of, one she never wanted. One that is a constant threat to her life. An adventure by the name of Captain Adrien Axe. ~~ The man lounged upon the lowest yardarm of the mast, toying with a coin in his hair as he surveyed the scene of captives below. I glared up at him through my lashes, wishing he would fall and crack open his daft skull. As if sensing my thoughts his attention left the coin and shifted to where I sat, hands tied behind my back. A grin spread over his face, "Well..." he purred out, "now isn't that a pretty sight." I sincerely hope he was staring at my bosom because he fancies the gold and pearls that rests between them. He waved down at the dirty men carrying various things between ships, "her too...I like her, she's...." He licked his lips, "just lovely." My eyes grew wide as I was roughly pulled to my feet and they started to drag me away.

Spin off stories for some of my books~ Kiss~ a Jinx and thanatos story New resolution~ A Gracie and Leviathan story more coming jan 1st or 2nd (After i sleep) Vega and Wulf

The desert lands of Samrah are not kind, nor are the creatures that have stalked the dunes since the dawn of time. Beasts made from the blood djinn, lacking any emotion but rage, feeling nothing but hunger for human flesh and blood. But to Sabra they are nothing. Not in comparison to the family that owns her, to the people in the capitol city of Bazanar. She is a slave, marked by the golden collar she wears. Sold by her mother to a wealthy merchant when she was young, it is all she has ever known. But Sabra loves her desert home and the sand dunes she sees rolling upon the horizon from the windows of her owners home, she loves the sun upon her skin and the few moments she has to herself. the nights she manages to sneak from her shared chambers to explore the capital and the underground games it holds. With each win another coin slips into her pockets, each coin a step to buying her freedom. Any slave could be free after all in the country of Samrah. So long as they had enough coin to pay their owners. While Sabra strives for freedom so she may explore the desert she loves so, the sands around her are changing every day. Samrah is being thrown into unrest outside the capitol as foreigners flood the borders and towns fight against their own. A problem so few in the capitol acknowledge, until it is forced before them. Tradesmen are dying, buildings going up in flames, and a man with blue eyes is rumored to have been spotted in the forbidden temples of Sundar, god of all lands. ~~

Toltarra has been strewn in war for nearly 300 years, the four major clans governing the mass of land at a constant battle for domination over all else. There are many rumors to as how the great war started. The Thyssen family of Windsor blame the formation of the Scar of Toltarra for the wars start. The Kaepernick's of Zinnann blame the Volco savages who emerged after the scar was formed. The Caplondon family of Caplond heaves the blame upon the Adalwolf's of Carden. And the Adalwolf's? The Adalwolf's have a legend that has been passed down since the great wars beginnings, they say that a woman warned the clans of a great explosion in the middle mountain that would scar Toltarra permanently and plunge the clans into blood and darkness. She was the women who claimed giants tunneled beneath the ground and feathers were messages carried on the backs of birds from the clouds. They called her The Mad Witch and after she disappeared ash rained through the air and Tolterras ground was scarred. When The Mad Witch disappeared, the clans were plunged into blood and darkness.