She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Timothy is a normal ten year old kid who hates living in the shadow of his older brother. Unbeknownst to Tim, the Apocalypse has come calling. Tim learns that both he and friends are descendants of a secret sect of protectors known as Remnants.Powerful humans with insane physical, and metaphysical traits that give them unworldly power over the world and the elements therein. Now he and his friends have been assigned with protecting the final witness foretold in the Biblical book of Revelations. But first, they must learn the Ohr Omanot from the Archangel Michael and their holy host. Once they are finished,they are assigned the impossible task of traveling to the Heaven Realm and learning to harness their powers so that they can gain admittance into the prestigious Light Guard Academy. Tim must learn to overcome his lazy and scattered brain ways and lead his Legion into battle against some of the worst entities in existence. This is the first book in the Timothy Eli series and the first volume in the Light Guard Saga. Thanks and God Bless.