With his pride and her prejudice, what could possibly go wrong? When the arrogant Blake Hansen steals Addie Preston's promotion at the library, he pretty much rubs her nose in it. But Addie, who dreams of being a full-fledged librarian, decides to stick it out. She loves surrounding herself with books and keeping her father's memory alive in the building where they spent so much time together. Soon, Addie learns that her beloved library will be torn down to make room for a larger facility, and she has to make a choice. Fight, or let go? To complicate things, she finds herself attracted to Blake, who is engaged to someone else. Will Blake and Addie ever resolve their differences? This is a modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice, with hints of the other Jane Austen books as well.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Three) What do you call the girl who gets on a jet with the supposed enemy rather than one that would have taken her normal, not so dangerous life in New York? A traitor to the people who call her family, betraying them to the people they'd called the enemy for centuries. Now, add a woman who had almost successfully killed you just a few months before, though had turned extremely nice and even protective, and her nephew who looks at you with an expression you want to just slap right off his face? The two people who supposedly had a plan that would pretty much make you disappear off the face of the earth. And what happens when that plan completely breaks the heart of the man you love, even if it works perfectly? You shatter your own in the process...which you think you deserve for doing it to him and everyone else who loves you. Anyone who hears my story might think I'm a traitor, but I'm not...no matter how much I feel like I am. I was going off with the Knights learn more about their side of the story. Being with them, I knew it was going to change me, too. They were the fighters, the protectors of the Brotherhood, even though they thought they were out to destroy them. And I was going to protect them now, too. According to the reports, the Order wasn't hiding out anymore. They were on the move, infiltrating giant corporations and governments of wealthy, powerful countries. We were going to try everything to stop them and their ambitions of molding and controlling the future in their favor. And how could I forget the inside, the one who was telling all the Brotherhood's secrets, even if the Knights had already known them? But before I could do that, I had to disappear, make sure that no one came to look for me...and that involved breaking the hearts of my family, friends...and, most importantly, John. His heart had been broken so many times in his life...but now I was going to shatter it.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Two) What do you get when you add a girl whose life has been more than boring over the last few months and another who looks like a Southern Belle Barbie come to life? Two roommates who are bound to not have anything in common. And what about when you add her nerdy, yet extremely good-looking boyfriend into the mix? Getting to think about that guy you fell for who thought it'd be nice to tell you he loved you before disappearing. And what do you get when you add seeing the guy who'd shot you in your first college class, the next day almost being kidnapped by the secret society that he was a member of, and finding out that your roommate and her boyfriend are totally not who you expected? Yep. The second kidnapping of Emmy Alexander, though I was more than happy to go along with it this time. After months of waiting, I thought I wasn't going to be a part of the mission of the Brotherhood, the secret society that was hidden to the world, as they continued to try and piece together the puzzle of where their hidden history was located. But when the leader of the other secret society makes a promise to come after you, she definitely intended to keep it. So now, I was back in the protection of the Brotherhood, back with John Raymond, that guy who apparently forgot about those three words he said to me before disappearing. But was I complaining? Heck no. Because, along with being with him again, I was officially back to being a part of the mission and we were traveling the world yet again, only breaking into the government buildings of the wealthiest nations in the world this time. And, of course, the Knights, that other secret society, were going to try to do anything to stop us just like the last time. They wanted me...wanted my help in getting into the heart of the Brotherhood, which I still didn't want to happen. And I thought my life was going to be boring again. Yeah, whatever.

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

❧❧WINNER OF THE WATTYS 2016 for VORACIOUS READS ❧❧ An invisible enemy. A deadly virus. A human hacker and a Werewolf alpha are their only hope. That's if they don't kill each other first. When Parker Johnson, a top security specialist, is called in to help track down the architects behind a genetically engineered virus, she doesn't hesitate. Even if it means working with Daniel Locke, the icy Alpha Commander who she had the misfortune of pissing off. Big time. Fierce, powerful, and determined, Daniel has spent his whole life defending those he loves. But this time the enemy is invisible, and everywhere. An enemy that could destroy his entire race. The last thing he needs is a curvy, brunette firecracker who's been a thorn in his side for more than a decade. But the Alliance has other ideas. The disease is spreading, and Parker's technological abilities might be their only hope for survival. It is a race against the clock for this unlikely couple as they attempt to save those they love, while at the same time contend with a mutual attraction that refuses to be silenced.

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

She opens her eyes and looks up to a hopelessly boring white room, surrounded by doctors wearing pastel colored scrubs. After realizing she can't conjure up any memories from before her awakening, a nameless girl goes on a mindful journey to discover who she is - or rather was - and what she has the possibility of being. For when a quest to find yourself becomes an unbelievable journey. © 2015 sarcasticantics (Ava Mannion) #10 in Spiritual 11/21/16

"If it weren't for the spaces between our fingers, our hands would never interlock. Maybe this space between us, this 9,614 kilometre space, would bring us closer still. Or not." This is the story of Phoebe and her first heartbreak. This is also the story of her restoration.

"See you later, Dandy."