Greg Allen is or...was an average Canadian teenage boy. Until one day he and his girlfriend got a little too steamy in his room, and she was terribly poisoned by his touch. Blaming himself for her death, Greg goes on the run to America. There he meets two strange teens who keep calling him a Devil. Thrown into a strange world he never knew of, much less believed in. Greg joins the two teens on a mission to find out why he has a toxic touch, and why these Devils are so obsessed with capturing him.

Cursed with the chains of an empath insight and vivid dreams, Willow Haywood has learned to live her life on the defense. Her world shatters when an ominous figure in her dreams leaves behind an omen that follows her into her waking hours. As Willow learns the beautifully dark secrets of her life she has no choice but to flee to unknown dimensions. Secrets, lore, and the one made of her soul await her. Haunting lives of the past beckon her due. This isn't the love story you know...

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

~Alan- We thought this job would be the death of us; constantly on a mission and every one is life or death. We were wrong, though. The job, the gunfire, the sneaking, the cafeteria food... none of it is as dangerous as our own thoughts, and there is nothing you can do to stop them. I close my eyes once I know she's asleep, finally safe from her thoughts, for now, and, as I hold her in my arms, I feel invincible. I feel like I could stop the world from ever marring the skin of this angel again. Maybe, just maybe I can mend her broken wings and keep her safe, here, with me, forever. But dreams are only dreams and none of us are angels. Not yet, anyways