"I am a devil. A demon. I do not love. I destroy. And if you don't leave now, I will destroy you for I cannot love an angel." "I am an archangel. An angel. I love. I create. And if I stay now, I will only love you more for I am capable of loving a demon who loves me as much as he loves hell." Archangel Gabriella is forced to travel Hell to save the Prince of Archangels, Michael. But it isn't as easy as she thought. . . because down in Hell, the demon is already waiting for her. . . ready to lure her into the dark side. ------ Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. cover by; Pxltnrr #DefyingGravity

18 year old Florence Remy has three things that mean the world to her: Twizzlers, her best friends Ade and Clancy, and her parents' coffee shop the Espresso House in downtown Brooklyn, New York. As a small business amongst huge corporations, Florence and her parents struggle to make ends meet. However, they remain optimistic and happy. The coffee shop may not bring in much, but it's enough to keep them on their feet. But what happens when a group of dangerous Brooklyn mobsters force Florence's parents into giving them co-ownership of the shop? Crime boss and leader Wolfe Sterling takes a great interest in the tunnels that lead past the Espresso House cellar. Dirty business is what he's best at and dragging people into his dangerous (and illegal) activities are no bother. But things go sideways when he also takes a strange interest in Florence. And it really doesn't help that he's hotter than freshly brewed coffee...

Normalcy is for the weak Maisha is a pretty normal girl. Sure, she doesn't remember the first 18 years of her life, but weirder things happen, right? It's not like someone took away her memories to make her forget that she's an alien, heir to a throne, and the most powerful witch in existence. Nor does she have an undead fairy godmother (along with a bunch of ghosts for relatives) whose sole afterlife entertainment is haunting her. And there's NO way she's married to an actual dragon/ancient-warrior/wanna-be-superhero (who hates her guts) in the name of peace. Or is there? Who decides what's normal anyway?

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

My grandmother died and left the family fortune to me. No one else. Just me, her favorite grand-daughter. Yeah. That ruffled some feathers, which I would be fine with, if only it hadn't painted a target the size of Texas Road House on my back. Until my next birthday, if I "accidentaly" die for any reason, the fortune will be divided equeally between all of the relatives that got stuck with a big fat nothing. So yeah, they are all trying to kill me. I mean, who wouldn't? They've got billions of reasons to see me croak. I've got nowhere to go, and I can't trust any one I used to know. There is this guy that I think can help me out, Chester, but we don't exactly get off on the right foot when we meet. He's incredibly connected and has agreed to help keep me alive, for a fee. He's so incredibly guarded and secretive that I just want to crack him open and see what's inside that stiff suit of his. So anyway, the goal is to keep me alive for the next three months. I think I'm kind of more than he'd bargained for, but we'll see.