[Available for preorder!] Zelda Ravensdale wants to graduate from Madame LeBleu's School for Godmothers at the top of her class, but with her magic acting up, she must prove herself worthy by completing a special mission from the headmistress herself. Lonely Crown Prince Leo has no interest in becoming king. When he wishes away his crown, he sets off a series of events that risk upsetting the balance of magic in the modern world. The fairies need an ally on the throne to keep magic under their control and as a lover of the magical sciences, Leo is the perfect candidate. Now Zelda must convince Leo to keep his crown, but that's easier said than done. When they discover a magical organization bent on stealing magic for themselves - and taking out the crown prince with fairy sympathies - every Happily Ever After and even their lives are on the line.

A teen monster will stop at nothing to get power, even if that means eating the forbidden fruit that will forever bind her to the keeper of death itself. ***** After rejecting the Wolf King and refusing to be his docile, powerless bride, Korin escapes into the mountains in search of forbidden fruit. And while the legends say that anyone who eats the fruit will be enslaved to the keeper of death itself, Korin is confident she can become something more. Because the power that comes with being queen of the underworld is everything she craves, as she'll finally be able to destroy the society that ripped her werewolf identity from her soul. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

"I keep my promises," he said intensely. "Especially promises I make to beautiful girls." I rolled my eyes. "Don't. Don't say that." "What? Don't call you beautiful?" Leo tested in amusement. "I have never heard a girl ask not to be called beautiful." "I don't want to be told lies," I hissed under my breath. "I've had enough of those in my life." Leo was silent for a while, following me into my apartment. "What have they done to you, princess?" The way he was walking toward me was almost predator-like. And I was his prey.

| ranked #1 | | 4.24.16| | completed | | wattpad featured story 8/17/16 | | winner of a collectors edition WATTY 2016 | "How many times do I have to say this until you accept it? Those people are mine, those soldiers are mine, you are mine." I freeze. "Well," I straighten my spine, tightening my fists," I am not to be owned by anyone, least of all you. And my people aren't either. I will not allow you to do this." "You won't allow me to?" He scoffs. "And how are you going to stop me?" "If you do not call off this awful plan, I will reject you, as my mate." highest rank: 1

Third book in Angels, Gods & Demons series

When a broken Malia meets playboy Prince Louis at boarding school, past secrets emerge and a dangerous threat against the monarchy arises, but as they grow closer will their bond survive or will it be destroyed in the plot against the reigning family? *** Malia Spencer jumps at the chance to get away from her evil stepfather after her mother's death and finds herself situated at a nice prep school for the exorbitantly rich and famous in England after her aunt on her mother's side rescues her from America. Little did she know, though, that she was among royalty. Enter Prince Louis: the sexy and enigmatic bad boy player of Wilmington Prep that stumbles into her life without warning, opening her mind to his sarcastic remarks and smart ass ways. She realizes that he's someone she will have to endure if it means staying in England and as far away from her step father as possible. But what happens when the complexities of his royal life interfere into her own, digging into her past and the tragedies that accompany it? Will she be able to pick up the pieces of her heart or will it forever be royally flushed?

Book Two of the Downworlder Series ~~~~~~~~~~~ High in the mountains, far from the cities that housed Doyens and the beasts they lorded over, lived a small girl named Emily Nezzera until her world changed in an instant. Torn from her mountains, her family, her pack, she was thrown to the pureblood world of Doyens and pureblood elitism. Shattered to pieces from their torment she escaped their reality and lived within her own as she pieced herself back together. To combat the harshness of her life, Emily fixes the broken things of the world, nothing is too far gone for her to salvage. She re-purposes, fixes, or puts back together different but the broken things of the world come to life within her hands. That is what she believed when she pulled a physically broken man from the garbage when she realized what he was to her. Only she discovered her mate was broken far deeper than eyes could see and he was about to drag her down the rabbit hole once more because the king still craves his crown lost in the ashes of a dragon's fire.

Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation #1 in Fiction on 1/10/23 #2 in Romance on 12/29/20 Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series. *** Summary: "I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek "You never should have let me go." I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest. I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears. Come back to me, Sinister. *** Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again... Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do. Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel. COMPLETED

"It was like electric shocks sparking all around my body. At first touch, it was a light brush of skin on mine. That little touch almost overwhelmed me. Almost. I deepened the feather soft kiss, craving his electric touch. Tingles shot through my arms and thighs and I felt a thrill I had never felt before, not even when we had kissed before. Because now there was a chance that we could actually be together. For real this time. He responded immediately, reaching down and picking me up in his arms. We stumbled back until my spine hit the wall and I gasped in pleasure when his lips left mine and started moving down on my neck to my collar bone. He sucked on the sweet spot at the point right behind my ear. I writhed in his arms, wanting and needing so much more. He used the wall to hold up my weight and grabbed my arms and pinned them above my arms, only enticing me even more. I could hardly breathe, his tongue swirling magical patterns in my mouth and on my skin. I wouldn't be able to stop if he tried to go any further. I don't think I even wanted to." *************************************************** Kristen has always felt drawn to the storms that brew in her life. But none have ever made her try to walk into a tornado, until now. Tethered to the living world by only her family and a strange man appearing as a shadow, she drifts away from reality and becomes engulfed in searching for the answers of her life. Torn between two worlds and two men vying for her attention, Kristen's decisions only become that much more important. But she finds out all too quickly that the answers she so desperately craves are more dark and haunting than she could ever have imagined, and it is only the beginning.

🖤 The completed version is now only available for free on Inkitt🖤 (link in bio) Second book in Angels, Gods & Demons series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.