❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }

Wanderlust: A strong desire to travel Charlotte Brikers has her life planned out for her via her mother and her nagging sister. She's going to take over her mother's fashion company when she graduates college, despite Charlie's hatred of the industry, she has no choice. Needless to say, she isn't happy with her life, and she just wants to get out. She gets her chance at escape when she's locking up at the local cafe where she works when Thomas Jackals runs into the store, running from the cops. Charlie grows a soft spot for him almost immediately, despite his dangerous past. Helping this fugitive suddenly turns into a road trip for two across the country, running from the cops and the past.

Cordelia Winters has been an anomaly since the day she was found as a baby on the lakeshore of her adopted parent's cabin rental. She was left there, alone and abandoned with no trace of her birth parents--not even a hint as to where she came from. Other than her origins, things are fairly normal in Lia's life; she has a normal family and a normal best friend and she likes it that way. But after Aden, the devastatingly attractive man with fire in his eyes enters her life, things start worsening and her once innocent connection with water becomes more than just a little fascination. Soon, Lia finds that her world--a world of mortals, is not the only one to exist. The monsters she once read about are very real, and so are the Gods that once ruled in a separate realm entirely. But those Gods have long abandoned their people, and now the Monsters have taken their reign, wanting to leave nothing but desolation and pain in their wake.

Book 1 of 3 [ C O M P L E T E D ] Most people dream of the stars and the things that come from them. They even have the infamous saying "Shoot for the moon; even if you do not succeed, you will be among stars." But no one ever dreams of what happens, if you actually meet the things that come from the stars and if it is, they can only imagine little green martians. It's just never thought about. Except now they've come. Except now those things are here. And they need Earth females to reproduce. ~*~ Published: Dec 26, 2014 Completed: July 8, 2015 Cover: me

Unlike her sociable twin brother, Apollo; 17 year old Artemis has always felt content with the familiarity of her small, simple life in Freeport, Maine. Population: 7,879. Well, make that 7,877. Acknowledging the sibling's need of a change in perspective, much to Artemis' dismay, she, along with her brother, are sent to their grandmother's wine vineyard in the countryside of Nafplio, Greece- the very place where running into your soulmate has had a reputation in the Pavlidis family. However, Artemis is no romantic. After a not-so-graceful first introduction with the outgoing and friendly Dimitri-the grandson of an old family friend-Artemis concludes that the only way to make it through this trip is to close herself off from the only world she's never felt she belonged in. In spite of this declaration however, Dimitri grows only more entranced; resolving to give the determined goddess an offer she can't refuse. In exchange for his cooperative silence for the rest of her stay, Artemis agrees to help Dimitri complete his summer to-do list within the following 24 hours. From cliff diving to exotic meals - all firsthand experiences - Artemis can't help but find herself breeze through the first couple of tasks. However, as she begins to slowly make her way down to the bottom of list, it seems that time - the one thing Artemis wished would fly by - has now become the one thing she's gradually beginning to dread. Finding herself debating whether or not she actually wants the day to end - much less the entire trip - Artemis eventually comes to acknowledge that, sometimes, what you need can come from the most unexpected of places. A short story filled with a whirlwind of romance, "Artemis & the Constellation Vacation" will prove just how magical of an adventure love can be.

Selfish and spoilt Mary was sent to Yorkshire. She hated it. But when she finds the way into a secret garden, a change comes over her life. *This story belongs to Frances Hodgson Burnett. I don't own anything.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

After stumbling upon a murder, Quinn Reilly is placed under a witness-protection program. But things spiral out of control when Alpha Jed Trevino shows up, claiming to be both the murderer and her mate. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14