❝The higher you go, the harder you fall.❞ Elena Evans has always been the observer. No one notices her, but she sees everything. The Elite. Beautiful, spoiled, exclusive. The richest families in the world- they don't let just anyone in. When Elena is asked to make one of them fall in love with her, she figures it's just a stupid game. But the Elite have secrets- and Elena isn't the first one to play their game. [The Elite Series #1] [Wattys2014 Winner: Talk Of The Town Award]

"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.

Arizona Touris is content with her simple but beautiful life with her brother, Miles, and her best friend, Jasper. But when her eighteenth birthday comes around, Arizona is forced to marry the prince. While people tell the couple that they'll grow to love each other, they ask the very important question: What if they can't find a way to truly love each other? What if they just aren't meant to be? *Unedited* Thank you to @ML_Brooks for the cover and fan art! Watty Award 2014 Winner of the category Beginner's Luck.

It's not about telling the truth...it's knowing which lies to tell Juliana Renée Clairborne has always known that she doesn't belong to the parents that she was raised by. She came to terms with that a long time ago. But sometimes, she can't help but wonder where she belongs or who she belongs to. What she doesn't know is, is that there are secrets and lies hidden inside the palace walls that she was raised in, and it won't be long before one by one, these secrets are revealed. The thing about secrets is, they're called "secrets" for a reason. Some were just meant to stay hidden. Raised by the King and Queen of Albion, it is Juliana's duty to marry Prince Aspen of Isola and rule beside him as King and Queen of their kingdom. Juliana knew that trying to fall in love with Aspen wasn't going to be a fairy tale. What she didn't expect...was a battlefield. The walls of the palace always seemed like a safe haven for Juliana, but now she starts to question everything she has ever been told. As she gets ready to face marriage, secrets, lies, fate, and betrayal, she comes to realize that maybe her head isn't quite big enough for a crown.

DreamMakers, a small portion of the population that can create and manufacture dreams. Humanity can't dream anymore, but with the help of DreamMakers, each night they can vicariously live a dream that they've purchased. Minerva would give anything to live someone else's dream, even just for a night. No one else that she knows can dream, yet she's lucky enough to have horrible nightmares. Trapped in a world of constant turmoil, her re-occuring nightmares plague her as they begin to grow stronger and more vivid. What bothers her the most is that she can't seem to shake the notion that the dreams are somehow more than that.