The night that changed my life forever. Inspired by my ex-fiancee, James Lethbridge. Rest In Peace my love, for one day, we will meet again. [(c) Eli Summers, 2007]

Reece Bremer goes through life with a scowl and cold personality. Jessica Andrews goes through life with a glowing smile and positive outlook. Reece looks at life with dull, judgmental eyes that make him hate the world and the people living in it. Jessica, well... She looks at life through a camera. Literally. They're polar opposites, and that's what sparks Reece's immediate hate for Jessica the moment they meet. All he sees is a girl with the best life, put in the category of those who get everything handed to them on a silver platter. But who says Jessica's life is like that? Just like a photograph, there's more to the story than what you see. Stumbling across one of Jessica's hidden portfolio might reveal that her happiness isn't all that true. Behind that smile and each picture she takes, holds a thousand words of a very big secret - one that Reece is determined to find out. And who knows? It just might change everything between them. cover by dysanic || 2015 watty's winner for talk of the town ||

I sat there for a moment, staring at him, and him staring right back at me, then I scrambled away from the window and ran to the door, making sure it was locked. It was locked, and so I ran toward the kitchen where the phone was, but when I got there, I screamed. There he was, somehow inside the house, his hand placed firmly on the phone. “Wait, please, I’m not gonna hurtcha,” he promised in a strangely familiar voice. His voice was British, from Liverpool I believed. His eyes were pleading, as if begging me not to run, and I almost felt compelled to believe him; the desperation on his face was so strong, but I slowly began backing away from him, my hands reaching for something to use as a weapon. “Wait, please,” he begged again, “Can ya really see me?” I began backing away a small bit quicker now; this man was obviously full scale nuts. Anyone who asks, can you see me obviously is… “If ya can,” he continued, “Do you know who I am?” He took a step toward me, and I grabbed the broom that was learning against the wall, the closest thing within reach. Yes, I know a broom isn’t exactly a weapon, but I was kind of rushed… Right away he took a step back again, “All right, sorry.” He shrugged holding his hands up. He glanced around the kitchen desperately, as if searching for something, then he apparently spotted what he was looking for. He grabbed a sharp knife that was waiting to get washed as it sat next to the sink, and right away I began running backwards, holding the broom in front of me. Instead of coming at me with the knife, though, he brought his long hair over his shoulder and cut it off just below his ears, arranged his bangs over the top of his eyes, then dropped the knife unthreateningly, and I almost dropped the broom I was holding. If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn he looked exactly like John Lennon. A supernatural/ hurt/ deep/ comfort fanfiction. Not really romance. Other Beatles appear briefly

[SAMPLE ONLY. PUBLISHED IN OCTOBER 2016] - LINK TO PURCHASE E-BOOK ON MY MESSAGE BOARD! "Why are you being nice to me? I'm a freak, I'm blind," Riley had once asked her, but Ellie could never answer that question, and she would never be able to. Ellie Burke is just this simple town girl, who will never look at the wrong way about anyone. Moving to Florida means everything to her - she could turn over a new leaf, start a new life, and get the chance to actually be someone -and not just this useless nerdy girl. Everything's going well for her until she meets this boy in her English class - and he's the most interesting, unique person Ellie has ever met. The boy who lost his sight. She's going to fight for what her heart wants every step of the way. This is Ellie's story, and it's going to be one bumpy, complicated romance that's nothing like the fairy tales say. A story of hope, trust and what true love really means.

A contemporary southern gothic mystery series about a teenager who discovers a cache of centuries-old letters containing clues to crimes happening in the present day. READERS CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Parish Mail is written like a TV series–there are over-arching mystery and romantic story arcs that extend between the episodes, while each episode has a smaller case that is presented and solved. Along the way, I will asks you, the reader, to make several small decisions as you read. These choices do not impact the overarching storyline, but certain combinations “unlock” clues to the series’ mystery, which are embedded in the text.

What if we were all connected in some way? Across time? Across space?