Ledger Olivier is an artist. Intense, ardent and a complete flirt; he's forever searching for the next thing that will make him feel alive. When he meets stoic, serious, heterochromic Everett Hayes, he knows that he'll never be the same again. Everett Hayes is drowning. The eldest of six wayward brothers and the weight of the world on his shoulders, he doesn't have time for passion. He knows better than to fall for his brother's best friend's charm, but when his gaze feels electric, it's easier said than done.

Cooper Bradenton hates high school- most likely because his fellow werewolf classmates are assholes and treat him as the gay loner outcast. He has never been that guy- the popular jock with great grades, the powerful warrior with incredible skills and proud parents, or the talented tracker that his pack relies on. Cooper finds that he's best at cursing unnecessarily, snarking back in the worst situations, and consuming chocolate Pop tarts at alarming rates. However, Cooper's foundation is shaken when a certain Beta comes into town and the two discover that they are mates- predestined to fall in love. As Beta of the Dark Wood Pack, Axel has to maintain a certain level of control. He has a routine that he religiously follows and he never strays from it. The crunch of bones underneath his paws, the slide of blood between his fingertips- they all leave him satisfied. None of that even comes close to the joy he feels when he finds his mate, Cooper. Unfortunately, Cooper's home and school life isn't the easiest, and the two hour distance between their packs complicates their relationship. Axel must, for the first time ever, give up a bit of control when Cooper refuses to be bossed around.

[Teen Fiction, LGBT+ Romance] 6 weeks. After a prank war goes too far, that's how long star quarterback and lady's man Farren Milton will be forced to live with his rival quarterback, a snarky bundle of wit known as Kaden Rivers. What ensues is six weeks of fighting, friendship, sarcasm, and eye rolling. A whole load of eye rolling. But, as Farren and Kaden are about to learn, sometimes six weeks is all it takes. [Part 1 published 14th August 2017] [Completed 17th November 2017]

Evan needs money... FAST and with no other option left, he goes to the only person who would make a deal with him, the billionaire... Donovan Steele. Sinking into debt and desperate to pay back loan sharks, aspiring actor Evan Beckett is willing to do anything to get out of the hole he dug himself in. With no other choice, he goes to Donovan Steele, a dangerously handsome yet wealthy man who only asks him to do one thing in return, for everything he desires. (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED) 18+ MATURE *Edited version*

After dying while cursing the author of a novel because he killed his idol just because he was a villian and because of main character halo. Then he transmigrated into the same novel he was cursing. He decided to save his idol but there was a twist .........

❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞ Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon. And Carl has a weakness for him. A tragic encounter between the two makes Carl want to throw his morals and values away. Want things he never wanted, do things he never dreamt of. The fiery sexual attraction is out of the norm and ridiculously undeniable. The catch-22: Aiden is hell bend on seeking revenge and ending Carl's life in ways more than one. Vengeance has never been this wild! ©2021 Damien Silver

When Captain Jenkin's crew is taken prisoner by a hungry ship full of blood pirates, he is forced to use his wit and odd array of skills to try and free them... but the pirate's captain has a few skills of his own, and when he sets his sights on taking Jenkin's for himself, the young captain learns that his own neck might be the one most in danger.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was amplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.