In the Western Realm, money means power, power means control, influence, advantage. Even the gods favour The Elites - blessing them with the largest bond groups and the most powerful gifts. All it would take is one person. One single person from the lowers to be fated to someone powerful. Abrogation - That's what we need in the lowers. Before my people are wiped out entirely. If only it was that simple...

A witch who lost the love of her life to her sister. She'd given up on love, determined to live alone and never put herself through that again. But someone was determined not to let her.

**SAMPLE ONLY - READ ON KU, EBOOK, OR PAPERBACK** US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GV177BWC UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GV177BWC AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0GV177BWC CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0GV177BWC 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭. Emerald Sawyer has always been my home. She saw something in me when everyone else saw a hockey goon who could barely read. When the world called me stupid, she called me capable. Her faith built me in ways my father's cruelty never could. Now I'm Hayden "Haymaker" Sawyer-the league's most feared enforcer. My violence goes viral. My fists pay the bills. Every hit, every fight, every autograph, every deal-I told myself I was doing it all for her. Somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing what it was costing our marriage. I let my agent handle the business so I could focus on the game. I ignored the threats and harassment. The fans who hated her simply for being mine. When Emerald tried to show me how cruel it had gotten, I told her it didn't matter. That I would always keep her safe. I was wrong. The losses piled up. The fans turned vicious. My temper snapped, and with one ugly moment, I pushed away the only person who has ever truly loved me. Then, while I was smiling for the cameras, my wife was brutally attacked by a fan wearing my jersey. Now I see everything too late. I want blood from every single person who touched her. And the deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes that none of this was random. My agent, Rick Fox, has been pulling the strings for far too long. I'll do whatever it takes to bring down the people who came for my wife, earn back the woman I love, and prove that this time, I won't fail her again. Because Emerald Sawyer is my home, my heart, my everything.

Becky For three years, Carter Stewart was the perfect boyfriend and fiancé...until a few weeks ago. Late nights, cancelled dates, and strange phone calls begin to overshadow our wonderful, happy life together. I let it slide at first; my vision clouded by trust for this man. That is until one message, one lie, and finally, one confession brought everything I thought I knew crashing down around me. While I'm picking up the pieces of my shattered life, Carter starts popping up all over the place, acting like the man I always thought I knew. I desperately try to hold onto the logic of leaving him, but soon, I learn that everything is not as it seems. Carter One random, stormy afternoon, a gorgeous woman and her dog came stumbling into my perfectly ordinary life and made it into something extraordinary. Now all I want is to do more-to be better for Becky Duchamp. Only, in my jumbled attempts to make those improvements, I made stupid choices that hurt her. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't. Now I have to live with the consequences and let her go...or I can do everything in my power to win her back. Personally, I've never been a fan of consequences. **** An extra angsty, sometimes humorous, small town romance about two imperfect people who might just be perfect for each other.

Nina Reyes lost her job, her health insurance, and maybe her last shred of stability. She's barely scraping by when she's appointed roommate to her high-school tormentor: Lincoln Carter, golden boy graphic designer... turned amnesiac who thinks they're dating. She doesn't trust him. Not his charm, not his chiseled jaw, and definitely not his sudden need to make things right. Lincoln Carter doesn't remember much before the accident, except Nina's warm brown eyes. But she flinches when he gets too close and flattens him with one-liners and vagueness. He does know possession. Nina feels his. He also knows guilt. Sticking and sinking into his skin. Now he's on a mission: figure out what happened, fix it, and win her. Even if it means airing out a few secrets. Forgiveness is not enough, he wants forever. #3 Top USA Stories 09/01 #1 Overheard - 09/02 #11 FamilyDrama - 09/25 #27 ContemporaryRomance - 09/24 #1 amnesia-love-story - 09/26

THIS IS AN EXCERPT ONLY. This story is now on Amazon, Kindle Unlimited, and Paperback. In a world where Gracie has never felt like she belongs, finding a home with Braxton and his family has been like finding an oasis. Until the past walks back through the door, reminding her that people can change their minds and history is impossible to compete with. When Gracie walks away, Braxton's got a choice. Fight for the new love he's found or take a chance on the old one that never had a chance to bloom.

My blood bride, my love, is my everything. When her blood soured, I refused to accept the end of us. I would find a way. I held out for as long as I could against the Hunger's need. Now, she won't give me a choice after what happened. Until we find out the surprise. And she needs me. Threats are all around but I'll do anything to keep her safe while I win her back.

February I thought we had something real-me and Arlo. We moved fast, but it felt right. We laughed, raced motorcycles, shared silence like it was sacred. I believed him when he said he wasn't the romantic type. I believed I was enough. Then he crashed, and while he was healing, I found the letters. Not for me. For her-Lyra, the girl who broke his heart. And suddenly, everything shifted. Every kiss, every quiet moment, every almost-I-love-you.

This story delves into the promising, yet ultimately tested, relationship between Adler Hansley and his college girlfriend, Crimson Morgan, set against the backdrop of their university life in Geneva. From Crimson's perspective, their love blossomed with an almost immediate connection, grounded in Adler's quiet thoughtfulness and a seeming antithesis to his emotionally distant and unfaithful father, Ardian Hansley. Crimson cherishes their "real" connection, a stark contrast to the shadowy past Adler rarely discusses. However, their idyllic romance faces a profound crisis when Adler, following a night out, has a one-night stand with another woman. The act triggers a devastating realization in Adler: he fears he is mirroring his father's destructive patterns of infidelity and emotional confusion. Adler's subsequent emotional withdrawal and eventual raw confession to Crimson plunges their relationship into turmoil. Unlike his father, Adler is wracked with genuine remorse and a desperate, agonizing struggle to understand his own motivations. The narrative explores Crimson's heartbreak and shock, tempered by her witness to Adler's profound internal battle for integrity. As Adler grapples with his identity and the weight of his inherited legacy, he faces a difficult choice: to dismiss his actions and potentially repeat the past, or to embrace radical honesty, accountability, and the arduous path of breaking the generational cycle.

The Odd Ones A group of friends, each with a name that stood out like a whispered secret, each carrying a story both beautiful and heartbreaking. December I was always the good girl-the straight-A student, the responsible teacher, the model citizen. I did everything right, yet I never felt enough. My reflection was my greatest enemy, my weight a constant battle. Compliments meant nothing when I couldn't believe them myself. Then I met Rider. He was my coach, a force of nature wrapped in quiet confidence. His encouragement wasn't just about the gym-it seeped into my bones, into the way I saw myself. He made me feel like I was more than just my insecurities. And then... he made me feel loved. But love came with secrets. Ours had to stay hidden for the sake of his job-or so he said. I accepted it, held onto the stolen moments, the whispered promises. Until one night, I overheard him. And my world crumbled.