When someone dies mysteriously during a Psych experiment, Rhiannon becomes enmeshed in a conspiracy that includes both the survivors and the killer. ***** Short on cash, Rhiannon Ford signs up to take part in a social psychology experiment based on group think. But when a participant dies under mysterious circumstances, and the story surrounding that death seems mired in conflicting lies, she's quickly drawn into a web of conspiracies that merge urban legends, rivalries, and the very psychological principle the test was about. When everyone is lying, how can Rhiannon find the truth? ***** [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"Beg for it." He growled in my ear, making heat shoot straight to my core. "Never." I hissed back as his fingers moved faster inside me. His chest was pressed against my back, hand dipped into my skirt, panties pulled to the side. I wanted to come so badly, but I would never give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg. --- Violett Moore finished college over a year ago, yet she was still jobless. Of course, she was still living the life with the money her brother sent her every month, but she wanted something of her own. Hard earned money from a good paying job. When he brother tells her that there may be an opportunity for her, she couldn't be more ecstatic, until she finds out who's hiring. Roman Drakos, CEO of the Drakos Co. conglomerate that owns most of the media outlets in LA, some film studios, and the most prestigious marketing firm. He's also her brother's best friend. She's never met him, but she already knew she wouldn't take the job. This was just another handout and she wanted to work for it. Little did she know that Roman wasn't giving away any handouts and would indeed make her work for it, even if she had to beg for it. TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 97,431 ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story contains mature content such as foul language, some violence, & sex

You can fall in love with the perfections, but can you stay in love with the imperfections? **** Sequel to Perfect Target. CANNOT be read as a standalone.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }