Magic, Paris, forbidden love, and a quest to save the world before a spell book ruins it all...ready to find out more? ----Seventeen-year-old Sheera Oden has turned so many lemons into lemonade she could hydrate a stadium full of people in the heat of summer. Orphaned at twelve, struggling to make ends meet with her foster family and accepting that she can't afford college...it's hard to believe she spends the whole day smiling at Dee-Lightful Donuts, serving up hipster pastries to the artisanal junkies in Manhattan. Somewhere in-between accepting fate and longing for adventures that don't exist, a strange encounter with a woman at the donut shop sparks the upheaval of Sheera's entire life. Before the day is over the woman reveals an ancient spell book, a book so connected to the souls on earth that the magic only works in certain hands, and only when disillusionment reigns supreme. With humanity growing increasingly cynical, the risk looms large with the book's most dangerous spells held hostage by the Shadowers, a society of dark souls capable of bringing the magic to life. Sheera isn't sure whether to find out more or run, until the woman proves her powers as the leader of the Kindreds, a society of vibrant souls who defend free will. When Sheera learns she is also a Kindred and essential to their quest, the inertia of her life gives way to Paris, where the Shadowers hide out and build their power as they wait to unleash the final spell. It's in Paris that Sheera discovers the dangers of an adventurous life; the struggle to learn magic...the life-threatening missions...and a romance with a Kindred that clashes with her soulful connection to a Shadower, a bond that is likely doomed if humanity hopes to survive. Maybe she should've stuck to the donut days, or maybe feeling alive is worth the risk...

¿Esto es una historia de amor? El año freshman de Magda Cole está casi terminando, su mejor amigo la ha dejado en pedazos y lo siguiente a un mejor amigo parece no ser el más confiable cuando de protegerla de su ex se trata. Magda Cole está fuera del grupo de chat con sus amigos y en una furia llena de lágrimas de impotencia cuando un mensaje brilla en la pantalla de su iPhone, Doson Chars no era a quien ella esperaba para ir tras ella después de ese arrebato. Y tampoco esperaba el año y medio que estaba por venir.

Veronica Cruz has been through hell and back. After disconnecting with the world two years ago to be at the side of her dying mother, she's left alone, unemployed, overweight, and feeling a decade older than her twenty-eight years. When her best friend coaxes her into joining the local gym to ditch her depression and rejuvenate her life, she meets Noah. Assigned to help Veronica lose weight, Noah is everything she expected a young trainer to be-perfectly chiseled, supportive and motivating. Add to that, he's incredibly sexy. He's everything she's ever looked for in a man. What she least expected was for him to fall for her, but he has. There's just one glaring problem: Noah is eight years younger. Noah Quintanilla has his eye on a boxing title-someday. Down for a few months with an injury, his maintenance-boy pay at 5th Street Gym won't cut it. He's finally given the opportunity to train. The catch? His trainee is an out-of-shape woman with a free week pass. Taking on the challenge, Noah stumbles into one of the closest friendships he's ever known, and before he knows it, he's in love. But Veronica's not having it-the age difference is too much. Their platonic relationship means having to watch her date other men-something that would make him crazy. Believing he's the man for her, Noah sets out to prove that age is but an illusion, and there's more to him than just a number. Adult Contemporary - The story you are about to read is intended for mature readers due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion. This is not an extended sample like all my others. This will be uploaded in it's a entirety a few chapters a day.

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