© Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved. Everything she ever wanted was presented to her on a silver platter. From Giuseppe Zanotti heels to Alexander McQueen shades, Desiree Harris was born into the glamorous life. Shopping on Rodeo Dr was below her. Taking a private jet to Paris to shop up and down Avenue Montaigne was more her taste. She couldn't see her life any other way. Knowing that her father is about to retire soon, Desiree also knows that she's the next one to claim all the riches. That is, until a financial accident hits the Harris Manor and the unthinkable happens, causing her perfect life to crumble. Not use to picking up the broken pieces of her own life, Desiree learns that she has to grow up even if she doesn't want to. She learns that mommy and daddy will not always be there to help. Can she do it alone? Or will there be a special someone to help her along the way as she goes from riches to rags?

All characters and events in this story are completely fictional. If anything seems familiar it is completely coincidental. All situations in this story come completely from my imagination. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ She knows of me but she doesn't know me... I know a lot about her though. She doesn't know who I am, what I do, or how I do it, but truth be told neither do I. I just like the smile that lights up her face when she reads those notes that end the same every time....signed "Anonymously, Yours." ◆◆◆◆◆◆

- Single Mom Sage Collins isn't really one for romance, and after being asked to be her bestfriends maid of honor - her hopes of being married by the age of thirty disappear by the second. That is until Ansel Callahan, the groom's older, sexy, bestman sweeps into Sage's life with his dark past and secrets. As the duo gets closer Ansel unlocks a world of lust and sex that leaves her wanting more, but as obstacles, and ex's return will Sage, like her bestfriend, get her happily ever after? (2014)

"Why are you doing this?" "Simple. Political gratification." In a world where politics translate into lies, greed, and power, can love really make it? Can there be love?