"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.

Bowen was a lonely girl who filled her days by running down rural country roads. But that quickly changed when she discovered a decomposing body in an old shack. But, somehow, he wasn't dead. In fact, he was getting better, his fatal wounds healing themselves from beyond the grave. And from the moment he opened his eyes Bowen was dragged into a terrifying world she never could have imagined. *Completed* This is a FIRST DRAFT of my novel, of which the final version is available on Kindle and free on Kindle Unlimited. Cover by @_PaintingDaisies_

[COMPLETED] When down on her luck, Abby Redding lands a position as the personal assistant for wealthy businessman Alex Carter, her first assignment is to fix up his new cabin in a remote town. Things don't go as planned when an unsolved murder and a haunted cabin leave Abby Redding fighting for her life. Is her handsome boss hiding secrets? Or is there something more sinister afoot?

[NOW PUBLISHED | Only Excerpts Available] "Only a vampire can love you forever..." Antoinette "Toni" Drake is just your average teenage girl. She hangs out with close friends, attends parties and even has a guy drooling over her. Said guy happens to be a vampire, but what the heck is the difference? Her problems, however, aren't so normal. As it turns out, Manhattan - the place Toni and her younger sister, Liz call home - is heavily overrun by the supernatural. Most of the human population left unaware, it's a vampire hunter's job to keep the peace when things turn ugly. Toni joined the Agency - a human-run organization of hunters - after the immediate death of both of her parents at the hand of a vampire only seven years prior. Toni's latest mission deals with the ever-cunning Henri Sinclair, easily one of the richest of the undead. He's opened a nightclub, The Blood Diamond, and it's up to Toni to unlock its secrets. Will her discovery lead to an arrest? Or more trouble for the young vampire hunter? Now Available on Amazon.com! Just follow the External Link! Cover thanks to @AlexandraSinclair1! The Blood Diamond (The Hunters Saga #1) Copyright © RJ City 2014. All Rights Reserved.

"DEATH IS QUICKLY CLOSING IN..." "You don't know what control is." I blinked. "Okay, so... I'm stuck with you until I die?" "For all eternity," he nodded, smirking a little. I crossed my arms. "Eternity's a long time, especially for a vampire like yourself. I'm sure you're find someone else." "I doubt that," Henri muttered back softly. His cinnamon scent tickled my nose, openly tempting me, and I wanted so badly to kiss him. To tell him I... loved him. Was that the Mark talking, or was it just me now? Henri moved aside, watching me quietly as I slid into the black leather padded front seat of my new Mustang. I buckled up, ignited the engine, and put the vampire - as well as The Wolfsbane Rubies - far behind me. I felt the Mark rise up with every aching pound of my heart as the distance between us grew, as if he and I really were tied together somehow. It would be hard to stay away. Extremely hard. I felt that vampire with every inch that expanded between us. This bonded thing would be harder than I thought... This is Book 2 of The Hunters Saga!! 1st draft, so there WILL be mistakes! Cover thanks to @AlexandraSinclair1! *Rated PG-13 for thematic elements, peril & angst, rude humor, mild language, occasional innuendo and sensuality, and graphic imagery in some places. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!* The Wolfsbane Rubies Copyright © RJ City 2014. All Rights Reserved.

"THE AFTERLIFE CAN BE A REAL BITCH, RIGHT?" "Henri-" I began, but Henri's hand snatched up mine and squeezed tightly enough to break bones. I bit my tongue to hold back a cry. It was a warning. "Maria didn't say anything about a couple of vampires wanting to meet with her," the green-haired warlock spoke after the area had stilled with electrified silence. I looked Henri's way, and that's really when our situation caught up with me. Wait... "Maria..." I murmured in remembrance, then sent Henri a glare. "Why are we here to see Maria Day? If you don't remember, let me remind you that I killed her friend. Hell, her master. She'll kill me when she sees me." Henri had the nerve to laugh softly. "You're already dead, Antoinette." "Thanks to you. There are other ways witches can hurt vampires, aren't there?" My eyes traveled shortly to the warlocks, Daniel and Zachary, and I shook my head. "She'll burn me alive! I'm not going in there." "You're overacting," Henri said with a dramatic eye roll with a worth of a slap across his face. Lucky for him, I kept my hands at my sides. This night was about to get dangerous... This is Book 3 of The Hunters Saga! 1st draft, so there WILL be mistakes! Cover thanks to @AlexandraSinclair1! *Rated PG-13 for thematic peril and angst, rude humor, mild language, occasional innuendo and sensuality, and graphic imagery in some places. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!* The Hawthorn Pearl Copyright (C) RJ City 2015. All Rights Reserved.

Personal, real-life paranormal experiences from the Paranormal Community. Because sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. [OPEN FOR SUBMISSIONS]

*SEQUEL to Good for Gone* Bowen is a 19 year old widow with a mysterious fortune, a trail of strange properties, and a morose warning from the lips of her dying husband. Now there's something brewing inside of her, making her do things against her will and feel things that seem beyond human comprehension. And on top of it all, an entire nation that's very curious about the circumstances surrounding her late husband's brutal death.

As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of evil hunting down her new roommate, and - worst of all - all the post-break-up comfort food she keeps eating. And to make matters worse, Death is almost certainly going to go down in the record books as being the universe's least helpful roommate. He may be a horseman of the apocalypse but he'll be damned if he doesn't do the dishes. But life's going to get a whole lot harder for Rosa. Death's sudden holiday is resulting in some grizzly repercussions, and now all of the Underworld is out to drag him back. There's only so far sarcasm and strawberry ice cream will get you.

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.