Siena can heal wounds with a touch of her hands. A captive since birth, she is used as a tool of war by a Plainsmen tribe. A chance escape into the forest proves successful... and deadly. Rescued by the Forestfolk--a group of people she always thought were nothing more than bedtime stories--Siena remains on edge. Trust does not come easily when persecution is all she's ever known. Keeping her abilities a secret seems like the right thing to do, until a tragic accident renders two Forestfolk spiraling toward death. If she chooses to reveal her abilities, she risks being subjugated again. Treated as no longer human. Maybe even sent back to the Plainsmen. But keeping her talent to herself means ignoring the injured around her, even allowing them to die. The choice seems obvious to Siena, but living with the repercussions of that choice is another matter altogether. A journey of self-discovery, a bit of adventure, and a splash of romance. On the Wattys 2017 Shortlist!

Highest Rankings: #1 in Featured #1 in Werewolf #1 in Dragon #1 in Fantasy #1 in Adventure #1 in Action #1 in Series #23 in Romance "Lyzaria! What did I tell you about the forest?" My father scolds me sharply. I flinch at the anger in his voice and quickly retract my hand, inches from the trunk of the tree. "Sorry father, I couldn't help it. The trees are just so beautiful," I whine turning towards him. His face softens slightly and he scoops me up into his muscled arms. I wrap my small arms around his neck and bury my face into his shoulder. He hugs me tightly and carries me away from the forest. "Why can't we go into the forest?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the red and gold leaves slowly disappear from view as we climb the hill. "The forest is a dangerous place," he sighs. "How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?" I mutter in confusion. "The danger is in its beauty." **Cover by SodaliteSilver**

Amelia emerges from the fragments of her shattered reality, propelled from the comforts of her life into bloodshed and mystery that awaits to sink its teeth into her; draining her dry. The quiet wolf attached to her quickly becomes not only a lover but also her saving grace. *** Lycanthropes revealed their existence in the hopes for a tranquil life among humans in the early stages of the earth's life. Most humans have claimed to have witnessed the transformation of said creature, the being shifting when the moon rose full and large, then appearing human once daylight broke over the horizon. Blindly, humans act on irrational fear, the revolution bringing forth the inner veils of all creatures alike. They drowned in their terror of what these monsters were capable of- unbeknownst to them the power they possessed from the moon. Blood began to taint the grim hands of humans, their slaughter an attempt to reclaim their order. At that moment, the seed of a century-year war was then planted. It grew taller with each drop of hatred, enticing its growth. The fight between beast and man waged on for years, with death, loss, and bloodshed coating the timeline of history. Eventually, it all became unbearable as all forms of leaders banded together to end the forsaken crisis; but not without a price. Centuries passed with the agreement complied and followed by all who knew of its creation, as time elapsed, the knowledge of its existence was slowly forgotten by humans: never to be spoken of- until it was broken. _______ copyright © 2017-2018 by J.L Weaver all rights reserved ®

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

((A Wattpad featured story)) *COMPLETED* #1 in Fantasy (Book #1 in the DAWN series) #greekmythology The Red Dawn has come. Death is upon us... Or rather upon small-town girl, Aurora Venerelli and when we say 'upon', we mean right on top of her. This young beautie's life is turned upside down- or right side up- when a very perverted and equally cocky Thanatos, the Greek god of death, shows up at her door. Aurora is thrown into a world of myth and legend and she'll have to try and discover her true self, while being haunted by her ancestor Hecate- the goddess of witchcraft- and of course, trying not to get herself killed by the enigma that has acquired a certain odd obsession towards her- Death himself. And let's be realistic here... Doesn't Death always get what he wants? #darkromance #OFTW Covers Done by @I3sbianaf

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" my dad shouted. "Gladly. But, before I go, I have just one thing to say; you've never been a good father. You've always treated Poppy and her mother like absolute shit." "You know nothing about being a father, you little prick!" "Yeah? Well, your innocent little girl calls me daddy when I fuck her from behind, so that's close enough for me," Knox spat before hauling me out of my seat and leaving. *** Ever since Poppy Nicole was little, she's been a shy girl with a heart of pure gold. Her innocence is glaringly obvious and she has nothing but the best intentions for everyone on her mind. Everyone has always loved the sweet-minded girl. Knox Carmichael is Charleston, South Carolina's resident bad boy and infamous hell-raiser. He's been on a first-name basis with law enforcement since the young age of ten-years-old. Before his parents became fed up and sent him away to military school when he was fourteen, one of Knox's favorite pass times was taunting his one and only Poppy. Poppy's life was going great. Fantastic even. She was accepted into the local university aside her best friend - and Knox's little sister - Kiara and she couldn't wait to get a start on her nursing studies. But then life takes a turn for the worst as the devil himself shows up unannounced to their dorm just as the girls are unpacking their belongings. Poppy hopes that Knox has grown up and put an end to his torturous ways. If only she knew just how wrong she actually was. If only she knew he was back for one thing, and one thing only. To take what is, and always has been, rightfully his; Poppy. COPYRIGHT AuthorrUnknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **STORY WILL CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** Hit 1 Million on 11/25/16, Highest Ranking: #1 in Drama Cover by Loutka

Someone once said, 'A muse can be a mirror: a reflection of the artist's desires, anxieties, dreams, and needs'. Right now, I was his muse. I was his desire. I was his anxiety. I was his dream. I was his need. I was his love. ______________________ Trapped under her rich mother's pile of ambitions, Dawn Riviera is failing at life. Silas Dale? He's a distant dream from her high school days whose only purpose is to keep Dale Enterprises safe from his very own brother Adrian Dale. And Adrian Dale? He's a walking contradiction whose purpose is to sink Silas down in any way he can or that's what it looks like from the outside. There's bad blood between these brothers and they always want the same thing. As kids, their father's undivided affection and attention. As adults, Dawn Riviera. Silas is neat, disciplined, utterly empty while having no plans to fall in love whatsoever- until the night Dawn comes to his life, as a tangle of pale limbs and a whirl of long chestnut hair. Both of them being intoxicated, find themselves on Dawn's parent's bed. All's shot to hell when Adrian hires her as his top writer in Wild-house Publishers, his years of hard-work. Both brothers are determined to keep her as his own but not include her in their cutthroat world. Thrown into their black & white world, Dawn finds strokes of colors and unforeseen creativity. Will she be able to understand the meaning behind Silas's paintings or Adrian's choice of words? And the brothers, will they be able to resist the storm of emotions inside them and keep Dawn safe from their own demons? Will the artist and his muse find love? Here's to A Match Made in Hell. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.