A modern, gay retelling of the star crossed lovers, Romeo & Juliet, about two boys falling in love despite the burden the world and their families put on their shoulders. [Extended synopsis inside]

*** When Delilah Lancaster wakes up in a disheveled motel room covered in nothing more than crimson blood and her undergarments, you might be thinking that hell's run loose, but when you find out that she wasn't ALONE when she awoke from her slumber, we'll just say that more than hell did run loose when that person that strangled their hands around her waist and sunk their head in the crock of Delilah's neck just had to be Chicago's most feared man, Isaac Fisher a sociopath. Highest Ranking: #151 Mystery/Thriller 03-26-21 #36 Thriller 04-31-20 ©Copyright2021_AllRightsReserved

Falling in love with a sadistic toy maker was never part of the plan. The Toy Maker loving her back only made things interesting. The second book in the Pink Cherry series.

"Lies and secrets are like cancer in the soul. They eat away the good and leave only destruction behind." Since finding out about her past and moving into her future, Chloe's new life has taught her to take every day as it comes. Trying to balance her singing career, her familial relationship, and her new mate the Prince is not the easy feat she thought it to be. Now, she's getting texts from a person who definitely doesn't seem to have her best interests at heart. In fact, they're getting downright stalkerish. She's determined not to let this put a damper in her relationship between her and Ethan. Except now the messages are getting worse and worse and she's not sure how much longer she'll be able to hold out before the threats get to be too much.

"Kiss me, you royal idiot." Paris Young is a pediatrician in a children's hospital. Rory Preston is the notorious playboy princess, who is more than just a royal heir -- she's a royal pain in the ass. When a snowboarding accident leaves Rory with a broken leg and a desperate need to hide from the publicity of the fall, there is only one option: Mount Sinai Hospital. Paris Young has no choice but to accept Rory as her patient -- the flirtatious, cocky and charming princess. (A Retelling of "Christmas with a Prince")

Daniël is the average twenty-something guy whom could easily blend in with the crowd. Only, unlike the crowd he dissapears in to look normal, he doesn't have a home, nor a normal life. He lives his life in constant fear, a fear that most people would laugh about. He fears a colour. Officer Colton is just new but he takes his job seriously. Being transmitted to a smaller town where everyone knows everyone, he still needs to learn the ropes and faces of the people. Funny thing is, he has no problems with picking Daniël out of the crowd.

"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.

Glass magic, the weakest of magic, the most fragile, the least effective. Those with it always end up with aide or aid class and a relief type. They were the ones to deal with the aftermath of war, helping those that had already severed their kingdom and those that had yet to come of age. They never face actual war, never risking their life as it was not a life worth risking. It was hardly a life. Now, there are also classes that seem limited to certain standing, take the rogue class for example; they are restricted to support and assassin types. Their sly personalities and abnormal magic perfect for stealing and stealth. Then lead types seem bland, always the same people, warrior class, elemental magic, blah blah blah. Though humans are uncommon within the lead types it's not as if one had heads turning in disbelieve. Uncommon but not rare. Boring really. Everyone's always so restricted with their magic, type, class, and rank, and yet... She exists. A magic so fragile she shouldn't even be allowed in war, a class that doesn't match her personality, and a type that clearly doesn't belong to her. The only thing that seemed to be correct was her rank, F, the lowest. I wonder... Will she thrive with her standing? Or with she burn in the chaos of it? Why don't we find out? (This is a first draft and the plot is a little all over the place)

❝You and me, darlin', we're gonna have a whale of a time...❞ Shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Tamsyn James has her first encounter with the Fae - a deadly group of beings from a place called the Otherworld. Not long after finding out she's one of them, Tamsyn falls under the radar of Westley, a Sorcerer that wants nothing more than the destruction of Titania, the Ice Queen, and ruler of the Unseelie Court. With one foot in the Human realm and one in the Otherworld, Tamsyn struggles to find her place as she uses her new powers to handle the Fae and track down a killer loose in Harbor Village. Will her gift be enough to bring down her enemies? Or will Tamsyn fall prey to what calls from the dark?