Book 3 of the Cross-shifter Series. Life has always been good for Sam. He had it all. The huge house. All the hot one night stands he could ever want. Parents who could honestly care less about seeing girls stumble out the door at odd hours of the day and or night. Everything seemed perfect. Until he found out something about himself that literally kicked his ass...right out of the house and onto the curb. He had always known he was a canine shapeshifter, just like his two parents. However, when things began to get awkward with the male students at his school during his senior year, ending with him being jumped in the locker room, he quickly found out that he not only was a shapeshifter, but a special kind which was considered a disgrace to his family. A cross-shifter. The trip to the animal shelter had been planned for quite awhile but work had kept finding its way into the time slot he'd allowed for the trip. Now, with his three year old daughter cheering in the backseat, Richard finally makes his way to the building and finds a parking spot. He expects to find something small that would hopefully take to his daughter and be a friend he sometimes couldn't be when he had long days at work, but something caught his daughter's attention in an off-limits quarantine area that he just couldn't leave behind.

She shows him how to live; He shows her how to love.

Nico never thought his life could fall apart so completely. One day he was a normal artist...The next, his twin sister was dead... and her fiancé the man she was supposed to marry, turned that grief into something darker, Something that wanted him. Not her anymore him... Ethan didn't care that Nico didn't want this. He didn't care about boundaries, laws, or fear. All that mattered was possession. Every glance, every step Ethan took was a claim Nico's body, his mind, his very soul. And no matter how much Nico resisted, how much he tried to pull away, Ethan only pressed closer. . Nico's legs gave way his body trembling, his spine pressed cold against the unforgiving wall. His voice was raw, desperate "Touch me again and I'll call the cops!" Ethan only laughed . He leaned in so close Nico could feel the heat radiating from him "I love it," Ethan whispered, his lips grazing Nico's ear, "when you act so brave, sweetheart..." Before Nico could react, Ethan smashed his lips onto his.......

He was only 16 years old... a boy with eyes full of nothing but love and innocence. He loved drawing little worlds on paper, loved old cartoons that made him giggle softly, loved clutching his favorite teddy bears against his chest whenever the nights felt too loud. The outside world was never something he truly understood. To him, people were supposed to be kind. Words were supposed to mean exactly what they said. Love was supposed to feel safe. His world was small just his brother, his home, his routines, and the quiet comfort of familiarity. But the real world was nothing like the one inside his head. It was cruel. Manipulative. Rotten beneath smiling faces. And Ishan never saw the monster coming. One person entered his life, and suddenly everything turned dark. The colors in his drawings faded. The cartoons stopped making him laugh. Even his room no longer felt safe at night. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't understand why his chest hurt whenever footsteps came closer... why his hands trembled... why his body froze in fear. He wanted to tell someone. He tried so many times. But the words would never come out properly. Because Ishan was different. Because he was scared. Because he didn't even fully understand what was happening around him. How he was being caged by a monster. A devil. He only knew that something felt wrong... and that every day the darkness kept swallowing more of him whole. So he stayed quiet. Until.........

"no, more than emotionally invested, showing you all my imperfections.." my works #4.

Nothing was perfect, the odds were slim, but whatever it was; it was real. "That crying shit not it. You been feelin like this then we could've talked. I ain't tryna dwell on the situation but I ain't tryna be on nothin' fucked up either." I spoke to her as she nodded. I stood up and pulled her into me as she laid her head on my chest. "I love you Nia. Never forget it." Rah and Nia. Jan 31st 2021

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Highest rank #1 in ChickLit ● ● ● ● ● ● She wanted a job. She was offered a fortune. Eva Chambers expected rejection. She didn't expect five million dollars and a contract that would change the shape of her life. Frederick Halter is power in human form. Calm. Precise. Unreachable. And he wants one thing from her: A child. No promises. No romance. Only an agreement that could give her everything she's ever needed... and cost her everything she never knew she wanted. Because if the baby is hers too, then this isn't just business. It's sacrifice. In a world ruled by money and silence, Eva must decide what freedom truly means. And how much of herself she is willing to give to obtain it.

Book 1: Being rewritten _____________________ Charlotte Kineton is twenty-five, finishing college, and looking for something simple: a job that pays, a room that's quiet, a life that finally feels steady. When she interviews for a live-in nanny position with the enigmatic Mr. Darcy, she expects professionalism, distance, and a strictly temporary arrangement. What she doesn't expect is how quickly his house begins to feel like a place she belongs. Darcy never intended to complicate his life. A single father to five-year-old Ella, he runs his world with precision and restraint. He knows hiring Charlotte is dangerous. She is too sharp, too warm, too alive in a house built on order and quiet grief. But he hires her anyway, telling himself it's logic, when it's really instinct. What follows is a slow collision of glances held too long, conversations that linger, and emotions that refuse to stay professional. Charlotte grows attached to Ella. Darcy grows aware of Charlotte. Jealousy appears where it has no right to exist. Affection hides behind rules. Desire learns to whisper instead of shout. Hello, Mr. Darcy is a slow-burn romance about two people doing everything in their power to be responsible while falling into something undeniably reckless. It's a story of restraint that trembles, of longing wrapped in civility, and of a home that quietly becomes more than a place to live. Not love at first sight. But something far more dangerous