'He would be a good breeding male with his pretty red blood. So pretty, pretty...' Xeria was a siren with a voice as magical as it was deadly. Banished from her pod, she laid claim to a territory all her own - a territory murky with death. Where she enticed sailors from their vessels, and every new mast to appear on the horizon suffered the same tragic fate. But all was well in her world of luring and feasting. Until him. Finnegan Devereaux, a pirate Captain intent on vengeance and treasure - and on escape. For the prospect to succeed to the earldom lay waiting, and it was not to be thwarted by a finned wench set on blood and breeding. No matter how ensnared he was of her song. With new instincts aroused it soon becomes clear that a bond forged, however involuntarily, was a bond to be heeded.

A short collection of very shortish short stories ;-)

These are all little itty bitty stories that are just here to make you happy. They never end; I just keep posting and posting these ideas that pop into my head or dreams that come to me in my sleep. There's never a sad ending, just a dash of humor, and just enough perfection to get you to smile. I hope they make you as happy as I was when I was writing them. Otherwise I'll cry and drown myself in Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns ice cream. I'm just kidding. ...Or am I?

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Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*

After a one night stand, Violet Weaver doesn't think much of it. She's never going to see the guy again, so why should she care? Well, she is wrong. When she attends the engagement celebration dinner for her older, perfect sister, Shannon, she finds out that her sister's fiancee is no other than Noah Anderson, her one night stand guy. Violet is conflicted: should she tell Shannon the truth and ruin her sister's perfect wedding, or should she keep quiet and continue on as if nothing happened? Violet is running around with some serious baggage.

"I was overly aware of his numbing touch, the brush of his piercing eyelashes as he whispered, his callous, electric fingers slowly releasing the pressure from my arm, his flowing, quiet chuckle as he took in my reaction. It was all intensified, even the pulse of his heartbeat I felt in his wrist when I brought my other hand up to push him away. And out of all the days I've ever lived, out of all the things I had ever experienced, I'd never felt so alive as I did in that moment. " Strangers. That's the only word to describe Quinn's psychology class. And now that her teacher sees it too, he's determined to get his students to become friends, or at least friendly acquaintances. Enter the experiment: a project designed with thirty six questions to develop an intimate relationship between you and your partner. Quinn, a self proclaimed good girl, only has one month remaining until graduation to retain her perfect GPA, finish this last major project, and to take her relationship with her boyfriend to the next level. In fact, all is going according to plan until she is paired with Noah, the town's resident bad boy, for the project. Between the late nights struggling to get the assignment done, budding feelings, and bitter heart aches, Quinn realizes that Noah just happened to be the only person who was capable of turning her life upside-down over the coarse of thirty-one days.

[THIS PREVIEW/SAMPLE IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED] Okay, so I know some of you had issues viewing the prologue on Radish, so here ya go. Also, a HUGE shoutout to @bullethood, who made the covers for all three books in this series. You are one awesome unicorn. Thank you <3 "Vegas is the City of Sin, so why should I be good? His name is Sin because that's what he is. Over six feet of sin, all wrapped up in a muscular, tattooed, green-eyed and dark-haired package just begging to be unwrapped. You can blame it on the alcohol, but I blame it on him. Funny thing is, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas..." Nicole broke Sin's heart years ago without knowing he even had one to begin with. Sin should hate her. And he does. Or so he says. When the biggest mistake of his lifetime puts her in his life again, who is he to say hell, no and resist her? Because if there's one thing Sin knows how to do, it's sin, and he's on a mission to completely ruin the woman who ruined him.

Being Rewritten. Night time for Emma Cross meant a constant roller coaster of visions, both past and future. The lines between dreams and reality were starting to blur and her future was looking more than a little bleak. Four padded walls and straitjacket bleak. She was sick of it. Done with therapy, mental institutions and being so heavily medicated that she resembled something from the zombie apocalypse. She was giving this new psychiatric hospital the boot and getting the hell out of dodge. Escaping the loony bin was the least of her problems. Especially since the creatures in her head were suddenly taking on a very convincing form of flesh and fur. Her crazy was about to get even crazier. Marcus was the Beta of the Nightshade pack. He was tech savvy and street smart, but he had the tact of a fossilized fish. How was he supposed to handle a mate of his own, especially given that the female was human? Warning: Rape scene - not for sensitive readers