(Sequel to Dear Emmett.) Kennedy Valentine is on the run from her past. In an attempt to escape a toxic home life, she flees to a town she's never been to before; Hudson, Tennessee. There she meets Brantley Nash, a cocky cowboy that has a taste for trouble - and Kennedy. Cover by @redblacklady

When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-shirt and gym shorts, you can imagine the pure panic setting in her. The subtle addition of Clayton entering the room shirtless doesn't help much either. After three years of fawning over him, leave it up to her sleepwalking to finally get Clayton Hugh to notice her.

In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

(CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE) Taylor Grace lives with crazy step-mother and sisters in her Beverley Hills mansion while her father is deployed overseas in the army. With a crazy best friend and an amazing headmistress and the promise that her dad will be home in less than a year, Taylor is perfectly content with her life, despite her slightly dysfunctional family. Due to a gold digger step mother and two air heads step sisters as 'family' Taylor finds herself thrown into a world of cameras, people and girls just like her step sisters. She has the chance to win Noah James' heart. One of her biggest inspirations since the very beginning. (Oh and gain a better reputation for her school, no thanks at all to her stupid step sisters) Noah James, is a mysterious, brooding 'bad boy'. (Again, come on media, can you become any more stereotypical?!) Noah James is someone so much more dangerous, yet powerful and unattainable than any old singer and actor. Yet there is so much more to someone's life than what is seen on the screens.

Ashtyn Montgomery has been hailed a celebrity in her world. Blessed with a sensational voice and a body that can grace the dance floor, she had a very bright future as a performer. But, she wanted to leave that world to pursue a different career path. In order to do that, she hid her voice to work in one of the most prestigious event management companies in Perth, Hart Enterprises. Things get rather exciting, and uncomfortable, when she crosses paths with Rhys McLaughlin, the heir to the company. In an ideal scenario, this chance meeting would have been perfect for Ashtyn. Only problem was: Rhys does not want her in his world. Copyright © 2012 September by ThoughtsOnPaper™ / C.J.S.L.L. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this story or portions or ideas thereof in any form whatsoever. No part of this story, idea may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, reposting, or otherwise, without the written and signed permission of the author.