At Willard's department store, none of the night security guards survive for long, and eighteen-year-old Daniel Gale is about to discover why. "At the heart of it, Night Shift is a haunting love story. It is equal parts moving and chilling, which is what makes it so excellent." - Carmen Ho @ HQ ***** Tired of living out of his backpack, Daniel ignores the rumors about the old building being haunted and accepts the latest vacated position of night guard at Willard's department store. As his life becomes more entwined with Willard's, Daniel senses unnatural changes and bizarre coincidences. Soon he begins to suspect Willard's is hiding something more sinister than gossip about ghosts - something that could make him the next casualty of the night shift. Now available as Paperback and Kindle! https://a.co/d/fy7RuHF

It’s simply a story. My story. The one time I bring out my past, my present, and what I hope the future can be. Well, in the end, what else can we do besides hope?

The sexiest romance you’ll read this year… One moment can change your life forever… For Violet Lee, a chance encounter on a darkened street draws her into a world beyond her wildest imaginings, a timeless place of vast elegance and immeasurable wealth – of beautiful mansions and lavish parties – where a decadent group of friends live for pleasure alone. A place from which there is no escape… no matter how hard Violet tries. Yet all the riches in the world can’t mask the darkness that lies beneath the gilded surface, embodied in the charismatic but dangerous Kaspar Varn. Violet and Kaspar surrender to a passion that transcends their separate worlds – but it’s a passion that comes at a price… Dinner With A Vampire, formally known as Dinner With A Vampire. Did I Mention I'm Vegetarian?, is the first in The Dark Heroine series and is available to buy from the 13th September 2012.

From the poetry diary of the late Ms. Bennett: I’ve always thought how interesting it would be To live in a world where the dead could speak. Man, to think there’d be a lot to say. Who what, where, when and why would be answered With no questions gone astray. Unfortunately though, the dead can’t speak. Except in this case of course Where I give you one little mystique. For on the eve of my sixteenth birthday I, Lauren Bennett, was brutally murdered By the person of course I least suspected. My catastrophic death struck those in Florence so highly residents wondered, "Who would ever want to leave our precious Laurie so nearly dismembered?" I was after all, St. Mary high's perfect little angel, just as they remembered. Or was I? Not everything was like it seemed in this quaint little town despite its peaceful eye. My five friends and I did unforgivable things, wicked sins that in my part turned deadly. And now, three years later, my killer has set out for sights much more redly. For those who were around me when I was alive are the next targets. Something I suggest neither ever forget. Because those acts committed all when they were younger Each deserves a punishment just like mine, perhaps even rougher. This all began with one single tragic death. And now, it must end with another who’ll be left with no breath. The question now is who will it be? Well I can say with certainty it definitely won’t be me.

-This is my first Novel, hope you enjoy it :)- Things only get Crazier when Emma McPelo gets a call from La boutique for clothes designing saying she won a trip to luxurious Paris Being outside Michigan for the first time in her life could be something exciting and a free once in a life time trip wouldn’t kill her or would it? When Em learns that someone has been marked for murder and the hit man has begun playing his games starts to turn Emma’s suspicion to paranoia. But the question remains “can she do anything about it or not?” © Afnan Albaz

I sniffled slightly, it was so quiet in the near empty room that I could hear the sound sort of echo. "Do you think about me still?" "Thinking About You", my favorite song- except I didn't sing it. I said it wistfully. I hoped it would bounce of the wall and come back to me. I heard a footstep, and then the next lines followed, in a low sing-song voice. "Do ya, Do ya?" It scared the hell out of me,but I didn't move. I sat in silence looking towards the doorway, "When you sing to the walls it sounds like they're saying they love you too." The voice again, solemnly, sadly. It reminded me of myself. "I'm over here, silly." she giggled- it was a girl's voice. My heart was still on a hundred and ten. "Who..?" "Jocelyn, it's me. Adrianna." Oh. Adrianna...I used to talk to her a lot freshman year. But Sophomore year, this year, we hadn't had any classes together and never saw each other in the hallways so our relationship had deteriorated. Then it got quiet again, silent. Like every molecule and every element in the room had just suddenly stopped dead. It had become uncomfortable, unnatural. I realized she had been here the whole time, longer than me. "So what are you doing here, Jocelyn....?" Even more uncomfortable. I didn't know if I could trust her. I mean, I had nothing against her but... She asked again. I cleared my throat. My hands started shaking, they always shake. They always betray me. "I um, Uh......"

He layed in the middle of the alley. My hands in fists so tight I could have drawn blood. My fists on his chest with tears coming out of my eyes like a waterfall. I'm screaming for help, any help. I looked down at his closed eyes and heard his quivering breaths. That's when I knew it was him. I love him and needed him more than anyone. He was the only good part of my life, and if I lost him, I would lose myself. Why won't anybody help me? I scream again and again with no response. There's so much blood. He's dying. The love of my life is dying and nobody cares. Molly has been stuck between 'perfect' and 'he helped me more than anyone'. She's mostly alone in the world except for her best friend, her grandma. But when her past comes back to taunt her she gets overwhelmed and doesn't know what to do.