Set in 1944, Devoted is a WW2 Historical Fiction. Florence, an American Army nurse stationed in England met James, a charming RAF pilot. Their passionate affair lead to an unexpected pregnancy and swift marriage. Sent to James's family home by the sea, Florence faces isolation with only the occasional visits from Ron...
In the cold silence of a fort, Valeria is searching - though she's not sure what for. Sunflowers hold poison, but why is that important? Her thoughts spiral in unfamiliar directions, fed by a hunger she can't explain. As she navigates between the warmth of companionship and the icy grip of her growing obsession, reali...
When indie singer-songwriter Elara Quinn's heartfelt songs start to gain unexpected traction, the last thing she expects is to go viral-and to catch the attention of Ryder Hayes, the magnetic front man of the world-renowned rock band Endless Fall. To fan the flames of their skyrocketing public interest, Ryder's team s...
[Book 1 of the March Forward series] Jessica Welling has spent her life playing by the rules-until one reckless decision shatters everything. Forced to leave her old life behind, Jessica transfers across the state to Arcana High, home to one of the best marching bands in the state. Determined to rebuild her future, sh...
I never knew I liked the color green, until I saw his eyes, glinting as he smiled. His glasses acted like framings of paintings, worth hanging at the Louvre. Ever since I met him, I knew I craved more green in my life, as much as he needed purple in his. He loved the color so much he wanted to be all around it. And, I...
Trust is a fleeting and fragile thing. No one knows that better than Isla and Noah Templeton. Secrecy and betrayal are the way of life in their father's empire. When Claude Chul-Matthews returns to Isla Templeton's life, he's not Claude anymore; he has a darkness that only secrets can create. But the Templeton childre...
Look, I didn't mean to embarrass myself the first time I walked into Brewing Grounds. Or the second. Or...every other time since. But something about the place-and the barista with the messy ponytail and the glasses that she pushes up her nose-makes me forget how to form actual sentences. Bea. Her name's Bea. She spel...
