Some people like the cookie. Some like the cream. I like them together, with some milk of course. But, I'm not talking about Oreos. Nope. This is my life. ___________________ BWWM ___________________ ©All Rights Reserved 2014. Disclaimer: read this book at your own risk. It's terrible. I was extremely young when I wrote this and did not know better. This book is an apt example of "it gets better" (or more tolerable) if you manage to stick around til chapter 17-18.

"So, you don't care that we are so different?" I ask him, his face inches apart from mine. "Does it bother you?" He asks back in his husky voice. "Not at all," I reply. "Okay then," he says bringing his face closer and kissing me. Marie-Anne and Dylan are from two different worlds, but fate brought them together. With their differences: he is rich, she is poor, he is white, she is black and with his mother not afraid to do anything to ruin their relationship it seems like the whole world is against them. Will they fight the world together or will they eventually realize that the world is right? And yes, it's a little cliché, but it has twists and turns that you would have never expected. This book is based on my imagination, please do not copy it. Cover by: Me❤

"Talk of the Town" Watty winner! Gianna is a Seer : blessed with visions and dreams from the Moon Goddess. Alpha Gabel intends to be the first Alpha King in five hundred years, and his ruthless cruelty and ambition are without limit. Gianna and their Bond are his toy, nothing more. Taken against her will, Marked without consent, and forced to play Gabel's cruel games, Gianna vows to be the one soul that Gabel never conquers. /** This is a short sample of a published book. The full book is for sale world-wide at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, or Barnes & Noble. :) **/

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay

Jacey Hills is an 18 year old senior, she is smart and athletic. She has two best friends, but her two best friends never meant each other. Crazy, right? Jacey started growing feelings for one of the most popular boy at her high school. Let's see where her feelings will get her. "I'm Jacey and I have feelings for you. You don't have to tell me how you feel or anything I just wanted to get it off my chest and see where we are now that I told you how I feel." Zackary Daniels is the most popular boy in his school. He is good looking, athletic and smart. He has three best friends, and he also has a girlfriend. "Awe that's so nice. But I have a girlfriend and I don't even know who you are." What happens after Jacey confession? Do they act like nothing happen, do they become associates, or do they become more than that? This story is not cliche. The characters will slowly grow during the book. Also this is my first story so sorry for the grammar. Thank You and Enjoy. Cover By: @ihavenocluesoo

Books that are written so perfectly they have that special element that keeps you addicted, and when something good is addictive then it must be on your Bucket List.