My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

Book 3 of the Cross-shifter Series. Life has always been good for Sam. He had it all. The huge house. All the hot one night stands he could ever want. Parents who could honestly care less about seeing girls stumble out the door at odd hours of the day and or night. Everything seemed perfect. Until he found out something about himself that literally kicked his ass...right out of the house and onto the curb. He had always known he was a canine shapeshifter, just like his two parents. However, when things began to get awkward with the male students at his school during his senior year, ending with him being jumped in the locker room, he quickly found out that he not only was a shapeshifter, but a special kind which was considered a disgrace to his family. A cross-shifter. The trip to the animal shelter had been planned for quite awhile but work had kept finding its way into the time slot he'd allowed for the trip. Now, with his three year old daughter cheering in the backseat, Richard finally makes his way to the building and finds a parking spot. He expects to find something small that would hopefully take to his daughter and be a friend he sometimes couldn't be when he had long days at work, but something caught his daughter's attention in an off-limits quarantine area that he just couldn't leave behind.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.