It's been six months since Ellie's faked death, and nothing anymore is as it seems. Her sister is power-hungry, her father is satanical, and her mother is obsessive. Time is running out to stop her father's mission of spreading his genetically-modifying virus, but with the Prophets to worry about and a world that thinks she's dead, there's so much else to take care of first. However, as she finds out, she can't do it alone, and she can't do it as the unfeeling killer her mother is trying to make her. So that leaves only one option. Ellie risks everything by running away, but together again, her and August may just find a way to stop her insane family. If they don't die first, that is.

Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see that she really was the one for him. That is until she is kidnapped and recruited by a secret agency of assassins. She is torn away from her normal teenage life and thrown into a world of guns, knifes and criminals. The agency mold her into the perfect killing machine, and at 19 she is no longer the shy girl that was snatched away from her uncomplicated life, but a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to complete whatever mission she is on. Then, the agency has a new mission which involves Faith returning to her hometown, and facing her friends, family and the very boy who broke her heart just before it turned into stone. What will happen once Faith comes face to face with Jace? Will the obnoxious player be able to reach out and get the old Faith back without pressing any of her wrong buttons, considering that the shy girl he once knew now has a gun. (WATTY AWARDS 2011) (THE FICTION AWARDS 2017) ©makeandoffer

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We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou

"When life gives you lemons, throw them back and yell: 'I WANTED SUSHI DAMMIT!" ~~ Aria has hemophilia. That means if she loses blood that's... Not a really good thing, because she'll bleed more than a regular person does. Which isn't a really nice thought, but now that she has potential gunmen after her, she's really running out of nice thoughts. She's the sole survivor of an incident and with no other option (well, actually, there was an option of changing her name to Helga and living the rest of her life on a goat farm but that wasn't really appealing) she's left to live with her cranky grandparents and a bodyguard who's far too good looking to be real, like, seriously. How is this her life? © 2012- 2015 by luckistarz. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission from luckistarz.

Seventeen year-old Eliza Taylor's latest run-in with New York City Police lands her on a bus with a one way ticket to the small town of Blackwater. Unimpressed with being an indentured servant for her cranky and ridiculously ancient aunt, Eliza soon finds hope when she meets Dante, another of her aunt's employees, as well as Chase, the cute boy-next-door who works at his dad's hardware store. Unfortunately, Eliza's panache for getting into trouble rears its ugly head when she discovers her aunt's shop sells more than just postcards from 1988. Her aunt's "private showroom" houses each of the seven deadly sins: Pride, Envy, Wrath, Avarice, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth. But stopping her evil aunt from damning the souls of unsuspecting teens has a price - and that price might very well be Eliza's eternal soul. Can Eliza survive her evil aunt, outwit the dark master she serves, and keep a few souls out of Hell, including her own? She's not so sure, but seeing as how she likes her soul in the upright and firmly out-of-hell position, she's gonna give it her best shot. Hopefully her best won't end up killing her and ruining her afterlife - God knows her normal life is hard enough! **Copyrighted Material: Bad Company Copyright © Wendy Nelson 2012 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. ***All images, videos & photos belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement or violation is intended by their use.

Bailey Davis has been dragged into babysitting three little troublemakers every Friday for the rest of the year by none other than her mother. But what she soon discovers is not only will she be spending lots of down time with the kids, but another royal pain that happens to live right down the stairs... Who is that, you ask? Jaxon Bennett: a charming, arrogant, and ridiculously hot bad boy. What will happen during this extreme trial of Baileys patience? Prepare to be surprised.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

A honeymoon gone wrong, with no place to escape, no place to run, no place to hide and most importantly with no place for love. Story about a psychotic husband who now wants revenge because his own wife betrayed him. Ethan lost his mind when his wife reveals a dirty little secret, now the wall between sanity and insanity has been dropped. Now the same man who vowed to protect his wife forever is after her life. After all what marriage is all about if not struggle. "Scream all you want I will have my sweet revenge. Don't you dare worry my dear wife After all you are my perfect bride."

Aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs an escape. In the span of two weeks, her corrupt brother has been jailed for murder and his partner has been hovering on her doorstep, threatening to ruin what little peace she has left. Packing her car, Norah flees the city and goes off the grid, finding refuge in the small coastal town of Bellvale. However, Norah's newfound refuge lands her right in the middle of a power struggle between creatures she thought only existed in fairy tales, and she begins to see that no matter how hard you try to run from your troubles, they seem to have a way of catching up with you... Watty 2014 Winner Haven Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author.