Book 1 in the 'Paraverse' series. "I wish to become beautiful, inside and outside." For eighteen-year-old Faye Martin, becoming beautiful was the only wish she ever had. And surprisingly, one summer night, it comes true. And then along with it, she's granted a lot more than she asked for. Introduced into a new world with creatures she didn't even know existed, Faye now finds herself stuck in between supernatural creatures and on a mission to avoid a very persistent, sarcastic and hot as hell, demon. Because once you wish upon a demon, there's no going back. Or in this case, the demon just sticks onto you until you want to throw yourself off a cliff.

A soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. They aren't literally supposed to be a soul... Right? • • • • • "Listen, dude." I rubbed my hands over my face. "I don't get a single thing you just said and I'm not interested either. So I politely ask you to leave." I plastered a smile on my face. "Naw." My jaw clenched. "Excuse me?" "You are the only one who can see me. So naw, I'm not going anywhere." I blinked my eyes and tried to process his words, but remained blank. "I'm the only one who can see you?" He bobbed his head. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself because this guy wasn't making any sense. "Leave my apartment or else I'll throw you myself." "Fortunately, that's something you can't do." He grinned. "Why?" "Because you can't touch me." I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and cracked my knuckles. "This is your last warning, Finlay." I glowered and narrowed my eyes, trying to intimate him. "Leave." His lips stretched into a full grin, showing off his swoon-worthy dimples. "You're going to hurt yourself." "We'll see about that!" I yelled and launched myself at him. Instead of tackling him on the ground, as I imagined in my mind, I flew through him into the living room. "OPH!" I groaned as I landed on my face on the floor. I rolled on my back and rubbed my chest. F**k! "Are you ok?" Finlay came and crouch down next to me. "What the..." I sat on the ground and frowned as I stared at him. "I told you..." I ignored him and hesitantly held my hand in front of him and pressed it against his chest. My eyes bugged out of my sockets when I saw my hand go past him and came out of his back. "That tickles." He chuckled, and that was the last thing I remember before I faint. • • • • • FEATURED ON: @NA (It's Always the Butler) @mystery (Partners in Crime) @mystery (Cozy) @Badassreads (The Dauntless) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Paranormal, Soulmate, mysteryromance #2 Secrets #5 Slowbu

*A sequel to The Palmer Pool* Vanessa Brooks, now a high-school senior, hopes to put her time-traveling days behind her, until an opportunity arises to return the favor of a fellow time-traveler stuck in the past. ****** As Vanessa Brooks begins her senior year of high school, she hopes that the routine of life as usual will distract her from her memories of Pete, the boy she fell for and left behind in 1953. Now painfully aware of the risks of traveling to the past, she considers her time-traveling days over, even though she still longs to reunite with Pete. But with Eric Anderson, the only person who knows the truth about where Vanessa disappeared to all summer, keeping an uncomfortably close watch on her, along with her suspicious family and friends, she knows the only place she'll ever see Pete again is in her vivid dreams. When Vanessa accidentally travels from a 1920s themed Halloween party at a local historic mansion to an eerily similar party in the actual 1920s, she reconnects with a fellow time-traveler who needs her help. Vanessa discovers her ability to affect time is even stronger than she thought, and so is her determination to fight for what- and who- she wants. Cover by @JELyrica Content Warning: this story contains alcohol and drug use, and references to near-drowning events, panic attacks and drug overdose.

[Wattys 2022 Winner!] Vanessa Brooks, an anxious and cynical seventeen year-old, discovers she can travel to the summer of 1953 through the run-down community pool in her rural Michigan town and risks her future as she falls for a boy who lives in the past. ****** On the last day of junior year, Vanessa Brooks joins her friends for a traditional jump into the city pool to celebrate the beginning of summer and the last year they plan to spend in Palmer, Michigan; a dead-end riverside town with an eerily abandoned historic main street and decaying Victorian mansions. But when she resurfaces her classmates have been replaced by girls in retro swimsuits and bathing caps and guys in thigh-baring briefs with cigarettes tucked behind their ears. When Pete Harrison, an unfamiliar face who seems somewhat familiar with hers, offers a dizzy and confused Vanessa a towel and a ride home, she discovers her house and family missing. She has somehow slipped into 1953, the year her grandparents graduated high school. Using the pool and vivid imaginings of her grandfather's memories, Vanessa continues to escape to 1953- and to Pete, who, despite his unaffected kindness and optimism, has a mysterious bad reputation around town. But as she dives deeper into the summer her grandparents fell in love, she finds herself unable to return to the present without venturing even further into the past to correct a mistake that threatens her family and future. *Content Warning: this story contains scenes of near drowning and other perils on the sea, swearing, smoking and alcohol use* This story is complete at ~90,000 words. Wattys Winner 2022- Catchiest Hook and Wild Card Shortlisted Wattys 2021 Featured on @WattpadTimeTravel Featured on @WattpadHistoricalRomance Featured on @TeenFiction Editor's choice list, December 2022, May 2023 Cover by @eva3382

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...