Published 2022 📚✨❤️ Ebooks, Paperbacks, and Hardcovers available on Amazon ! ✨📚❤️ Highest ranking: #6 in the Teen Fiction section! "Just one kiss, everyday." "Just one?" "Just one." ***************** "Some things we cannot fix," he repeats. "At least not on our own." "You're not on your own," I whisper. ➽───────────────❥ There are two things Sarah is looking forward to in her senior year of high school - the cooking program she advocated for and graduating. She had a dream to follow - helping her famous parents run their renowned food truck business. Sarah is left home alone for long periods at a time. She navigates her insecurities, loneliness, and deals with a childhood bully by spending lots of time in the kitchen perfecting her recipes. Then there is the new boy in school, Zander, who changes everything. Having lost his mother and carrying the weight of his alcoholic and abusive father's burdens, he struggles to find his place in the world. While bonding over a love for movies and working on a school project, Sarah and Zander find themselves falling for each other. But will their love be powerful enough to conquer their individual fears? ~•~ Completed - 6/27/2017 ❤️✅

Me and my friend Sam love Secret Wings so we wanted t make part two. And you have to read the book to find out and hope you enjoy.

With her mother's diary in hand, Hailey now has more chance of finding her than ever. Her search will lead her on a journey to one of the more obscure places of the kingdom of Aeolus where she will discover creatures she thought were only legends. Meanwhile, she can't forget that the enemy army from the Outlands is closing in on her kingdom, threatening the Winged Nation. Thankfully, her friends are here to help (or make fun of her, depending on the situation). ~Sequel to Secret Wings~ (If you haven't read it, I suggest you do so before reading this one)

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.