BOOK ONE OF SIX IN THE ANGEL AND DEVIL SERIES ZERO: I don't talk much. And he never made me feel like I had to. Echo Lynx. This bright ray of sunshine hopped into my life after I found him confused and alone. He told me that he didn't know where to go. So, I brought the angel to the angels, where he belonged. After he settled with his new brothers, I started looking out for him. I can't stop myself from ensuring no one breaks the extra-voltage lightbulb in Echo's world. What I don't expect is one night, in the midst of running from the police-I tend to play Robin Hood, as they call me-I get a call, and I answer it because it's him. Echo wants to talk, so I tell him I'll be there soon. I show up, and Echo? Echo asks if I want to go on a date with him. When I saw the sweet nervousness in his eyes after he explained neither one of us got to go on a date, how can I deny? Soon, before I know it, I'm dating Echo. It's like whiplash. Echo is affectionate. Very affectionate. He likes things like cuddling and lazy kisses. And as we move forward, I find that... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Touch, I mean. Because I want to touch him. Kiss him. I want to make him happy. But I'm not entirely sure if I can give him what he needs. Not long after our dates start, Echo gets lost in the woods, and I need to find him. I have to find him. Fuck my triggers. Fuck them all. I have to find him. Except, when I do, he's hurt, and it brings me back to the scars of my past. Except, the flashbacks aren't enough. No. Echo manages to dunk me back into my past more than he ever realized. I didn't realize plot twists could exist in real life, but the entire plot of my trauma from the past becomes one massive plot twist. And I would have never seen it coming.

Book Five out of five in the New Beginnings Series. OLIVER PIERCE: I've always waited for the darkness to consume me. Every day, I open my eyes, and I wait for it to hit. It never does. I cry for hurt animals, mourn the loss of life, and hurt in the name of others. Empathy is something I have, and it's stronger than I thought. There wasn't any kind of darkness in me, but I still feared it would pop up. Five years ago, my girlfriend of three years completely abandoned me when she found out about my past. And I made the vow to never open myself up to anyone romantically again. It was better this way. But there is this irritating "bad boy" who thinks the world owes him. I've known him for the last four years, and he won't leave me alone! He made a bet to win my heart. Our friend group is going on a road trip, and I'm stuck with him as a roommate. I'm straight. I'm closed off. I don't like him! I swear! Shit, I might have been wrong about that because why does he feel so right? MALACHI REEVES: The bet is to win his heart. That's the prize. I'd have his heart. I'd have him. And he's all I've ever wanted. However, Oliver swears he's straight, but I noticed the way he looked at me through college. The curiosity in his stare. So, I want to show him what I have to offer him during this damn road trip across the United States. Things don't go at all how I planned. Something dark and haunted lives within Oliver Pierce, and I want to help him through it. The sweet smiles, the soft laughter, and everything in between-I want it to be mine. I have two months to prove to him that we're meant to be. No matter what darkness lingers behind him, I'll help him battle it all. I'll keep him safe. Protected. But only if he lets me.

Book One of the Windsor Triplets Trilogy. These books can be read as stand-alone novels, but it's recommended they be read in order. WINDSOR TRIPLET ONE: THE FORGOTTEN TRIPLET Everyone knows the Windsor Triplets. They're plastered on magazine covers. They're beloved by millions. Except, Carter Windsor is still the forgotten triplet. While the world loves the mask Carter puts on, the ones who are supposed to notice him, don't. His brothers are busy with being taught to take over the family empire. Carter was born last; therefore, there is no use for him other than showing face when needed. Yet, his parents deem him irresponsible. Because he is. Carter Windsor plays himself off as irresponsible and doesn't even realize it. The parties he attends go well into the mornings. The constant instability in his life is starting to wear down. Now, he is being threatened to be cut off by the very people who barely remember he exists. He needs to prove he can be stable. Enter Alastair Yates, the picture of irresponsibility. Another perceived idea of garnering his parent's attention--his brothers' attention. Someone's attention. Carter sees an opportunity to enlist Alastair as his fake boyfriend to appear responsible when Alastair seems anything but. He has a record. He's been to jail more than a few times. He is full of tattoos and bad decisions. Right? Alastair and Carter both seem to have things to learn about the real world and maybe this little ploy is one way to learn. Alastair needs to understand that not every rich boy has everything he needs, and Carter needs to understand there are better ways to be seen. #1-malexmale tag: 2/17/2024 #8-boyxboy tag: 3/2/2024 #4-badboy tag: 3/24/2024

He doesn't knock. He never does. He slips in like smoke under the door, through the cracks in my resolve, into the hollow spaces I pretend don't exist. I could swear I locked everything-my mind, my body, my will-but he finds a way, every time. Asmodeus. He isn't always a man. Sometimes he's a breath of warm air in the pit of my loneliness, a pulse in my wrist I can't control, a whisper in my ear when the world is too quiet. But when he chooses flesh-oh, he wears it well. He smells like everything I crave: danger, comfort, heat. His voice curls around my ribs and squeezes until I forget how to breathe without him. "I missed you," he says, though he never really leaves. "Did you miss me too?" I hate him. I love him. The first time we touched, I thought I had found salvation. His kiss was fire and stillness at once-like falling and flying all together. I remember thinking, this is it-this is what it means to feel alive. But it was never life he gave me. It was a borrowed high. A lie wrapped in pleasure. He takes, and takes, and takes. And still, I beg for more. Every time I try to leave, he waits. Patient. Sweet. Like he knows I'll come crawling back-bloody knees, hollow eyes, empty promises. And when I do, he smiles like he's proud of me. Like I've finally come home. They call him many things-addiction, craving, sickness, sin. But I know his name. Asmodeus. My lover. My curse. My god.

Kaida lives in a small town with a mind that is too big and a soul that doesn't quite make any sense to anyone including himself and he likes to piss people off by being too loud and too brazen and too bold and too unapologetically himself, even if that includes stealing his older sister's skirts and smearing cheap eyeliner under his eyes. He hopes to live among the flowers one day, but until then, he is stuck in a world mucked up by men. He loves to cause trouble and push the boundaries, but after a boy taps his shoulder one day, he begins to hope he doesn't piss off this quiet boy too much. He looks too much like the flowers Kaida loves. Maybe he'll just make him a crown sewn together by the stems of weeds and bedazzled with the heads of the prettiest flowers he can find. Maybe that will be enough.

A Note to My Readers: This novel explores complex and, at times, dark relationship dynamics. It features a possessive and toxic relationship and includes specific kinks, such as the use of the term "Daddy." This is a fictional work, and these elements are integral to the story I have chosen to tell. I have received feedback from readers who are uncomfortable with these themes, but as the story is already complete, it will not be changed. If this content is not for you, I sincerely and respectfully encourage you to choose another book. My goal is for readers who enjoy these tropes to find the story, and for those who do not, to avoid it. Thank you for your respect and understanding. Xander's voice, low and soothing, broke the silence. "Baby, what's your name?" Charlie's eyes fluttered up, meeting Xander's gentle gaze. "C-Charlie," he stammered. Xander's lips curved into a warm smile. "Charlie," he whispered, the name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. He found Charlie's hesitant response adorable, sparking a deep affection within him. As they spoke, their voices intertwined, creating a symphony of connection. Xander felt relief wash over him, knowing Charlie was beginning to open up. "Your name suits you perfectly," Xander said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Charlie's eyes never left Xander's face. He sensed sincerity in Xander's words, and a fragile thread of trust began to weave between them. "Charlie, you're safe now," Xander whispered, his breath caressing Charlie's skin. The promise filled Charlie with comfort, and he longed to believe in this vampire's words.

Brahms O'Neal, a smart and crafty omega, is the first student to be accepted into an academy full of alphas without his knowledge. Manipulative, narcissistic, and self-driven; if they are of no use to him then he wants nothing to do with them. Maybe he belonged in this academy.

"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" •• Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin. Alexander Hamilton had always been the best at fixing things. Computers, to be exact. He wasn't sure how Christian got the impression that Alex could fix him too. •• A story in which a what should be anger management patient meets a functioning alcoholic, and they somehow manage to save each other. Book One of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

Before Arthur Pendragon became King, he was the son of one. The son of Uther Pendragon, a man that exiled all magick from the realm which Britain existed in. Any violation was punishable by death. A public hanging for all citizens bear witness to in order to inflict real fear in their hearts. As a child, Arthur understood and supported such a decision... but once the boy aged to become a man, he soon realizes the horrors his father was involved in to bring about the controversial peace he once sought out. The very peace that was responsible for killing thousands of Druids. Thousands of innocent lives. Arthur has finally grown to an age of true understanding, and has decided that his father's ruling must be brought to an end... a timely death... however the chaos of it all is that he now must seek out a specific druid, one that was born of those his father had killed long ago, in order to assist in his own takeover. And what's even more unfortunate is that while Arthur is betrothed to another woman... Guinevere, a woman of true virtue... he cannot shake the feelings he soon develops for a man. A Druid... a Sorcerer no less. Arthur hadn't expected the man to appear with such good looks, nor such mischief and mayhem that could rock the noble's plans of ruling over Britain as its true King.