After joining the BAU, Isla Rafferty soon learns that fighting crime isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially with Spencer Reid around. [word count: approx. 140,000 words] COMPLETED.

Emma Woodhouse, aged 20 at the start of the novel, is a young, beautiful, witty, and privileged woman in Regency England. She lives on the fictional estate of Hartfield in Surrey in the village of Highbury with her elderly widowed father, a hypochondriac who is excessively concerned for the health and safety of his loved ones. Emma's friend and only critic is the gentlemanly George Knightley, her neighbour from the adjacent estate of Donwell, and the brother of her elder sister Isabella's husband, John. As the novel opens, Emma has just attended the wedding of Miss Taylor, her best friend and former governess. Having introduced Miss Taylor to her future husband, Mr. Weston, Emma takes credit for their marriage, and decides that she rather likes matchmaking.

"Her name is trouble. That's what her name is." "She's a 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯." "Trouble with a capital everything."

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss

"What's your favorite word?" he asked, making you knit your eyebrows together, blinking at him as your mind tried to come up with an answer. "I suppose it's vellichor." "Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores," he muttered making you bite your lip. Not many people knew the word. "Good choice," he commented. "And yours?" you inquired, locking your eyes with his. "Querencia," he replied. "The place where one's strength is drawn from; where one feels at home," he began. "the place where you are your most authentic self," you finished. "That's another rare word I don't hear much, you must be a real bibliophile." "It helps that I can read 20,000 words a minute," he said under his breath.

**WATTYS Winner 2020- Romance + WP Featured story + Editor's Pick** When Chad sought inspiration for a new love story, he hardly knew what he was looking for, but bumping into the singular, June, has him wondering if she is the muse he's been waiting for. *** For the life of him, Chad Gilligan, a celebrity romance author, cannot write any more romance. It started three months ago when he got dumped by 'the one'. Cast aside like a used condom. Not something he wants to admit out loud, but it has messed him up. That day his desire to write about love and romance died. Desperate to meet his deadline and deliver his next bestseller, Chad will try anything to get out of his rut. So when he meets June, a fiery young homeless woman (and potential muse), what else was he to do but bring her home? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright © Eva Acharya No parts of this book may be distributed, copied, or sold on any media without the permission of the author. FEATURED on: - Romantic Suspense @Action Profile (2024) - Wattpad Editor's List - Wattpad's Cozy Up & Connect list, 2020 - @GeneralFiction, FindingLove- Romance list, Oct 2020 [Approx 89,000 words. Contains mild language & sex scenes.] PLEASE NOTE: While all of 'for June' and some chapters of the sequel 'Dear Chad' are free, the rest of the sequel will be offered as exclusive paid chapters. Thank you for understanding and for your support.

"i just have an old soul." "yet you act like you're 12 sometimes." [matthew gray gubler x oc] [copyright @jerjordan] [7.19.20-]

Lily is a laidback slacker with a phobia for commitment...who happens to owe the devil her (nonexistent) firstborn. When the ruler of Hell comes knocking, what choice does she have but to let the devil play matchmaker? *** Lily has never been good at relationships, not that it matters to her. That is until Eve, a seductive woman claiming to be the devil's apprentice, shows up to collect a debt Lily doesn't remember owing: her firstborn child. Without a firstborn to give, and with the threat of eternal damnation at her heels, Lily finds herself on a chaotic matchmaking quest with the devil herself. Eve swears she's only playing matchmaker to collect the debt owed to her, but with each failed set-up, Lily suspects there may be something more to the devil's plan. [[word count: 60,000 - 70,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch [[Wattys 2020 Winner]] Content warning: this story includes dark humour, mature themes, and scenes of violence and gore

Wattys 2019 Winner! "So when is it a problem? Oh, when you're in love." ----- Simon St. John is a liar, a cheater, a fraud -- but only because he has to be. Born with the ability to shape shift, his childhood was mostly spent learning to control his many faces in a world where most people only wear one. In fact, it was almost fun, in a way, until he met Valerie Love. Valerie Love is a college student fresh out of luck. For years she has watched her friends fall in and out of love, test the waters of relationships, earn their stripes in the wondrous field of romance. Valerie, however, has watched from the sidelines, passing face after face, meeting person after person without forming many connections. She has mostly given up on the idea of searching for love, until Simon lends her a new hope. Follow the strange story of college students Simon St. John and Valerie Love as one finally discovers the true definition of identity, and the other questions what it really is to be known.

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.