Ang babaeng malas sa pag-ibig. Hindi ata kasama sa listahan ni Kupido ang pangalan niya kaya sa tuwing magmamahal siya ay nasasaktan siya. Hanggang kelan ba siya masasaktan? May katapusan ba iyon o magiging certified PHD siya? As in Pang-Habambuhay na Dalaga. Ano ang magiging epekto sa kanya ng pagiging bitter? Date Started: August 22, 2014

Bad-boy turned bush pilot Conner Morgan was content with his life until Andie Turner reentered it. He could easily fall for her, if only her Christmas shop wasn't in his building, the one he's about to sell to developers. Andie hasn't seen Conner since he broke her heart in high school. She'd never get involved with him now, but only he can save her little shop on the shores of Lake Superior. As they work together to renovate the historic building in hopes of attracting a different buyer, Andie wonders; is the bad-boy actually good for her now? *This story was in the top ten of Harlequin's So You Think You Can Write Competition 2015, as a shorter version (50,000 words). I recently published the full length version (87,000 words) with a new cover. I hope everyone enjoys the longer version! *Contains love scenes that may be inappropriate for some audiences.

"When I was born I was so small I was mistaken for a french fry. I was never an ordinary child. My best friend was a seagull. I was also illegal. Artificially intelligent people like me had been banned ever since that thing with the Twelve Elevens. Mother raised me for profit. Buyers and sellers had other plans for me, but then I grew a mind of my own. This is the story of how my brain ended up inside this box." Candles is a black-market, "artificially intelligent person" (or A.I.P., or "ape" in the colloquial sense, as in 'the planet of the'), an organic being, farm-raised on genetically engineered smoothies and destined for auction to the highest bidding criminal enterprise. Gifted with the ability to communicate with foul-mouthed seagulls and ill-tempered felines, this gender-less, age-less, race-less creature has to find its way to escape from the clutches of its mother and other assorted enemies, in this fairly exciting and ultimately utterly unexpected story.

'There. It's done. I can walk away with my pride and the knowledge that after sixteen long years, I've finally gotten laid. (It's a pretty awesome feeling.) Before I go, though, I have to check and make sure that it's Pamela. Because let's face it: A guy has to know who he lost his V-card to. And just assuming that it was Pam isn't going to cut it. So I put the note and pen down and slowly, carefully, creep over to the ball of sheets. I was right to check. There's a tuft of white blonde hair sticking out from the top. Pamela's hair is auburn. The girl's hair is sort of short, I guess, but oh well. I slowly, carefully, lift a sheet, just to catch a glimpse of the person beneath... ...to see a guy. Looking at me calmly.'