You've started to read this book. There's no way you'll get out alive now...

Six months ago, Nathan's sister was brutally murdered. Now the former playboy desires only one thing: revenge. Late at night, Nathan trudges down the beach where his sister's body was found. He's searching for answers, but all he finds is a new nightmare: another girl's tortured body. Only this one isn't dead . . . yet. The unlikely hero becomes the prime suspect. Saving Caitlin's life was just the start. Nathan must win her trust and unlock the memories hidden in her nightmares to find out who's really responsible . . .before it's too late. A tiny taste of what's in store: "Stay away from her, Nathan. That girl isn't good for you." Stay away from her? I'd go crazy with worry in a day. "You don't know her." Chris looked grim. "Neither do you. Is there anything you wouldn't do for her?" "Yes," I snapped. "I wouldn't die for her." Chris turned around to stare at me, her mouth hanging open. "Do you want to know why?" I asked steadily. "I wouldn't die for her because I wouldn't be able to protect her any more. What if I missed one of the people who hurt her? I couldn't take that risk. She's too important." * * * * * * * * * * Now an Amazon Top 100 Bestseller, Nightmares of Caitlin Lockyer is available from Amazon, B&N, Apple, Diesel, Kobo and Smashwords. As is the sequel, Necessary Evil of Nathan Miller and the final book in the trilogy, Afterlife of Alanna Miller.

This is one book club meeting that doesn't go by the book. When octogenarian sleuth Myrtle Clover discovers Naomi Pelter's dead body during a book club meeting, the other members seem shocked. But Myrtle can read between the lines. Naomi had riled everyone up by flirting with other people's husbands, arguing with neighbors, and generally making a nuisance of herself. Murdering troublemakers is the oldest trick in the book. The book club members seem too sweet to be killers, but Myrtle knows better than to judge books by their covers. Myrtle's investigation into the murder will take a more novel approach than her police chief son's by-the-book methods. Can Myrtle and her widower sidekick uncover the killer...before he writes them off for good? (This mystery will be uploaded on Wednesdays. If you can't wait for the next installment, the completed book can be found on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/o6wn4sk ) . The series is also available on Amazon India: https://tinyurl.com/ohdbffq . Thanks!

ONLY 3 CHAPTERS WILL BE AVAILABLE AFTER December 21st, 2021 WARNING: CLICHES AHEAD. LOTS. OF. THEM I cocked my head to the side and glared at him. "And if I don't want to go?" I asked him in a challenging voice, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You're coming with me- even if I have to drag your butt out of bed in your pajamas," he said casually, sending a punch to the bag. I glared at him and crossed my arms. "You're lucky I like you," I grumbled, and his cocky smirk didn't go unnoticed by me, at all. "Keep on smirking, bud. I'll have your butt on the ground in seconds." I glared at his back. * * * She's an undefeated street fighter He's a curious stereotyped 'bad boy'. She's ruthless. He's nosy. She's cold. He's too cocky for his own good. She's the school's reserved straight-A student. He's the school's labeled 'bad boy' who has a secret brain. She fights to let it all out. He watches her to figure her out. Claire Walker is her name. Blake Johnson is his. There's no way love can find these two with her past beginning to catch up with her and his life beginning to pressure down on him. To know her reason for fighting, you'll have to strike your focus into her past. To understand any of him, you'll have to duck beneath his surface and find out. So there's just one question left: Are these two really prepared for the fight of their life? Cover made by beezgobuzz Highest Ranking: #37 in Romance #45 in Teen Fiction

"Don't cry. We still have each other." Angela looked around her then froze and looked down to see her doll Sally smiling at her. Angela was shocked. "You talk ?" She smiled. "Of course I do. I was sent from the heavens to be your best friend. And nothing can tear us apart." Angela smiled and wiped her eyes off. She hugged Sally tightly. "It's just you and me........" ******** Angela is a lonely girl who just wants to have friends and be normal. But one day, her dad buys her a doll for her 13th birthday. That's when things started getting weird..... Find out by reading! *Remember that this is JUST A ROUGHDRAFT!!! We will edit it when we have time!* Highest ranking #1 in horror! (2/27/16) Selected by "The Boy" Cover made by @neuroticessence Copyright© daishacristina21 2014

Victoria's life has been hell ever since she was little. Her dad abuses her constantly and her mother looks the other way. She feels lost in this world with no help coming her way, but one day she discovers a letter on her bed that will change her life FOREVER. This story is all rights reserved so back off! (:

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.