All Eric wanted was a distraction from the tiresome stress of university life. He could never in his wildest nightmares have predicted that one unfortunate misunderstanding with the capricious daughter of Shawn Briggs, a big-shot lawyer, would somehow land him working for the hot-tempered man's law firm. Then again, neither could have Shawn, who was now firmly set on a merciless path of vengeance aimed directly at his new sworn enemy: his very own assistant. But... why the hell did the brat have to be so good at his damn job? The road to rapport is never clear, but there's always that unlikely office love. [Book 2 of The Rapture Series. Stand-Alone.]

What happens when you realize the guy you're sleeping with just so happens to be your best friend's dad? Karter Thorn was a mess of a college student. For a time, his cousin Flynn was his only friend. He didn't get along with his family much and picked the college in a different state to get away from them. On his way home in the rain, he almost gets hit by a guy in a purple sports car. Ryan Russo was a self-made billionaire and shared half the business with his daughter, Ember. With his past, he never thought he could love another person after his ex left him broke and with two children to raise on his own. That is until he almost runs over a guy jumping into puddles in the middle of the street. Word count | 82,319 Hidden Love ⚠️ Content Warning: mature language, sexual content (consenting), mentions of suicide, self-harm implied, age gap, light drinking. Read at your own risk~

[boyxboy] Simon Matthews was off limits. Off limits to everyone and everything. Everyone knew that. The football team knew that, the teachers knew that, hell even Simon knew that. But the one thing he didn't know was why. He didn't know why everyone avoided him like he had some sort of disease. Simon Matthews was off limits because Asher Ericsson liked him, and Asher Ericsson had a habit of being possessive. Cover design: @erroristcxxs

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.