Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

A place segregated by the color of your skin. Zeverly Grayson is an African-American honor student. Sion Zimmer is White and captain of the basketball team. Both are different and come from completely different backgrounds. But they come to find out they have more in common then what they think. Both teens attending Migrant High School, and both of them live in town surround by racisms. They didn't meet in the most predicable way.They first met online, both sharing a mutual attractions. At first they shrugged off the possibility of liking each other, but after a while they slowly start to have feelings for each other. Will their friendship blossom into something much more? Will they realize that they both attend the same high school? What will their fathers do once they find out? Can their feelings remain the same even with their bigot fathers? Or will it all be crushed before it even begins? “I have a dream that one day little black boys and girls will be holding hands with little white boys and girls.” ― Martin Luther King Jr.

Not all your fantasies will stay in your head. Fluff~