Eight years ago, Bailey ran from the small town that broke her heart. She left behind a love that once felt unbreakable, a boy who chose rumors over trust, and a town that turned its back on her when lies painted her as a sinner. Now she's back-pulled home by a will she never expected and a past she tried to forget. Ashton, the mayor's golden son, has moved on. He's successful. Respected. And engaged to the best friend who betrayed her. What no one knows is the secret Bailey carried with her when she left. A child. Ashton's child. In a town where gossip never dies and forgiveness comes at a cost, Bailey must face old wounds, buried truths, and the question she's been avoiding for years. Can first love survive betrayal... or is some damage permanent? Some love stories don't end...they wait.

He wears scars like armor. She wears confidence like a weapon. And in a town that believes in soulmates... they never stood a chance. Void: I'm the ruthless President of the Savage Sinners MC. Feared, respected, and untouchable. On the outside, I'm all dominance and control. On the inside, I'm convinced no woman could ever want me. Not with the darkness I carry or the scars etched into my skin. Sam: I don't believe in fate. I do believe in knowing what I want, and taking it. I wasn't looking for forever, just one unforgettable night. But one look was all it took. In Galetown, legends say soulmates recognize each other instantly. When Void and Sam collide, denial burns just as hot as desire. He thinks he'll ruin her. She refuses to let him push her away. Two alphas. One undeniable bond. And a love neither of them saw coming. A gritty MC romance with soulmate energy, fast-burn heat, and a scarred hero who never expected to be chosen.

I'm excited to share that Cheating Minds will be moving to KDP mid-April! ♥️ It will not be available for reading through March, as I finalize the revised version for publishing - but if you'd like to follow along for more information or apply for an ARC copy of the revised book, please check out my social media accounts (links in bio) ---- Eliana had dedicated her life to her family. To her spunky twin daughters who brought her both endless grief and honest joy; and to her husband Jesse, her high school sweetheart and the love of her life. She'd happily sacrificed her dreams for what she'd thought was a better future. Until suddenly... it wasn't. When late nights and unexplainable purchases and guilty excuses became their new normal, Eliana began to take note. To document. To investigate. Her husband may think otherwise, but this housewife was no fool. And this time - when the truth came to light, as it always does - Eliana would be the one pulling the strings. ---- HEA; dual-POV Content Warning: Cheating spouse, language

Aurora Hale knows how to make anything bloom. Roses. Nightshade. Even love. In the sun-washed city of Elysian Coast, she runs Thorn & Bloom-a café-floral atelier that deals in beauty with a bite. Her husband, Jeremiah, is chasing the kind of perfection that photographs well: seaside dinners, charity galas, and promises whispered through polished smiles. But the petals have started to fall. What once felt like devotion now feels like decay, soft, slow, and deliberate. Thier relationship is withering under the weight of its own rot. And in Elysian Coast, everything that grows beautiful must feed on something dying.

They took my family, my freedom, and my future-but they left me grieving, unstable, and alive with nothing but time. That was their biggest mistake. Prison didn't change who I am. It clarified it. I learned how to move slowly, speak less, and to let people underestimate me while I memorized their weaknesses. I stopped believing in mercy and started believing in my own sense of balance. It was behind those steel bars that Onyx Alastor came back-like a ghost I never quite exorcised. He's the man I loved before I learned what loving him would cost me. The man I left when I realized devotion didn't stop him from betraying me-it just taught him how to hide it better. Now he brings the truth about what destroyed my family. He brings leverage, and with it, an offer to right wrongs and recoup what was stolen from me. I don't want him back. But I have no problem using him to get what I want. Includes: Second chance between H and h• betrayal & grovel • ruthless FMC • vigilante justice • grief & obsession • messy OW drama • dark romance themes

I met my angel on the worst night of my life. It turned out to be the best. I was barefoot, soaked in blood, running from something that had already taken too much from me. He didn't ask where I came from. He didn't look at me like I was broken-or like I needed saving. He just took me along for the ride and changed the trajectory of my life, as if women like me climbed into his car every night. Bunny liked him instantly. Bunny likes very few people. Now I'm hidden. Alive. Obsessed. My angel doesn't smile much. He doesn't touch unless he has to. He treats me like something fragile and volatile all at once-like I might shatter or explode depending on the day. I fall for him anyway. Hard and fast. I don't believe in happy endings. But I believe in him. Even if he doesn't realize he's already mine. Includes: Extra sweet but feral FMC • Quiet, lethal MMC • Protector romance • Obsession at first sight • Imaginary friend • Moral grayness • Touch-averse hero • Her second-chance love, his only

After meeting the man of my dreams, I thought my future was set: he and I making a life together. We had been on the same page, after all. At least, that's what I thought. Why else would he take me to meet his family on Christmas Eve? Color me surprised when I find myself not only rejected by his family, but also by the man I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice? I think not. For readers: *I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! *Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. *Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. *I'm not a spicey writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! *Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating.

She gave up her career, her dreams, and everything she was.. for a love that promised forever. But forever was a lie. When the truth shatters her perfect world, Amara is left with nothing. No husband. No job. Not even the son she gave up everything to raise. Everyone thinks she's broken. But they forgot one thing. You can't bury a woman who remembers who she is. And in the end... he may have walked away, but she's the one who survived. Trigger Warning: This story dives deep into grief, heartbreak, and the raw, unfiltered emotions that come with loss. Because healing is never a straight line.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)