I forced him to marry me. Now I suffer the consequences of my choice.

She's long dead. But she's still so much alive in your heart.

Formerly Twisted Happiness (Season 2). Book 2 of the #SanLie Trilogy. #THS2. "Falling in love is easy. Staying in love is a challenge. Letting go is hard, and moving on is suicide." How can you stay in love when everything seems to fall apart?

Book 3 of the #SanLie Trilogy. #THS3. "Distance can be a good or bad thing. It can ruin a relationship or it can help you grow and mature to be a better person. In my case, I used the distance to help me grow and mature for me to be able to love him better when I see him again."

Book 1 of the #SanLie Trilogy. #THS1. Happiness is a choice. It gets twisted though, if you make a wrong choice. © May 2013-August 2014 | crappywriter

Armed with kick-ass shoes, can CJ stop a maniacal coven leader, save the town, and still get Mr. Melt In Your Mouth Gorgeous while surviving the darkness coming for her? The smoke from the fire burned her eyes, its heat caressed her skin and the taste of fear choked her. She was going to burn just as her ancestor did all those centuries ago in New Salem Village. How could she have been so wrong about everything? Cassie Jayne Bishop grew up the only non-believer in a town of witches where the Coven rules all. When a stranger comes to the sleepy town of New Salem, everything she thought was true unraveled around her. Ethan made her question everything, even her sister's death. Clues start to pile up and Cassie is determined to find out if the Coven was the real reason her sister died. What she uncovers terrifies her to the very depths of her soul....

Book 3 of The Coven Series

She killed herself. Everyone asked why, but when I got my hands on my sister's diary, I understood exactly why. I stared at the girl in the mirror as I removed my nose ring. Gone was the black hair, replaced by golden blonde locks that made my sapphire blue eyes shine and my California sun-kissed skin glow. The Goth chic clothes had been put away and I wore a pink tank top and a pair of khaki colored Capri's. Stylish sandals completed the outfit. I wanted to barf. The snotty little would-be witches would pay for what they'd done. By the end of the week, they'd all be praying to whatever god they worshipped to hide them from the hell coming for them. May the Fates have mercy upon them, because they would pay the same price they'd demanded of her. Their lives.