Daughter4254 used to think life in a community where art, music and names are outlawed would suffocate her creative spirit. Now that she’s rotting in a prison cell, she’s not sure her dying mother made the right choice when she entrusted her with the secrets of rebellion. Prison has given her plenty of time to relive every mistake and lose all hope. Her next stop is the MindWipe. Then she meets Thomas, a fellow inmate, who tells her stories of the mythical mountain colonies where people have names and the arts thrive. Together they plot an escape, knowing if they fail, they will die. Or worse, their consciousness will be taken by the MindWipe, leaving their bodies free for the government to use. When nothing goes as planned, Daughter4254 must choose between using her mother's secret to better the world she hates, or following Thomas to the quiet life of freedom she has always craved.

For this one I got inspiration from a song called "Dear No One" by the lovely Tori Kelly (She is freaking ahmazing). Now on with the summary: Wren (pronounced Ren) Michaelson is not the type to just spew her feelings on anyone she comes in contact with. She is used to just bottling them up until she just can't take it any more. And lately the feeling of loneliness has been eating at her. With so many couples being around her and her being the only one that is single she can't help it. So she spills her feelings on to a random sheet of paper in her notebook. Being her forgetful self she leaves it behind. When Wren finds the notebook again what she doesn't except is to see that someone wrote back. Even weirder Wren can't help but to reply. She realizes that she may not be as lonely as she thought. Her life gets a little complicated.Cover by: @SammyWammyLlamma

This is Book 3 in the Light as a Feather series. Book 1: Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board (available on Amazon & iTunes) Book 2: Light as a Feather, Cold as Marble I would like to extend a giant THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart to all of you who've stuck with these books over the last 3 years.

“Love’s like a bullet. It’s fast. It’s furious. Sometimes you can’t see it coming. You can run from it. But you can’t dodge it. Unless someone stands in your way…” Growing up, Callie Tollson had always admired her older brother, Clay, for being exactly who he wanted to be…despite the consequences he faced doing so. With their roles reversed, Callie had always been the one to stand up for Clay when he was in harm’s way. She always thought this was enough. She thought she was able to protect him. That is until he turned the tables and unleashed harm back on those who had done it to him. She couldn’t understand why, being the one who stood up for him the most, she was the one he picked as the receiver for the final bullet in his gun. Now she’s the most feared girl in school with a haunting family tie to keep her stuck in the halls of Riverton High. As she tries to survive the rest of her junior year as the sister of the boy who brought a gun to school, she soon realizes she owes nothing to the boy who turned on her and everything to the boy who saved her life.

(SEQUEL TO RESPIRE) [PROCESS OF RE-WRITING/EDITING] Two teenage girls hide their relationship from the world, the only safe place they know is confined within the walls of a house. In such a close nit community rumours spread fast, and that's something Nichole isn't willing to risk. While Macie struggles to keep their relationship a secret, Nichole uses her guy friend as a cover up. Lies unfold and tangled webs are weaved as these two girls endeavor the hardships of a secret love.

(SEQUEL TO ENDEAVOUR) They say before you can fully heal, you have to learn to forgive and accept but never forget the past, for that is what has made you the person you have become. Four years on, Nichole is starting to learn and discover what it is like to try and put the past behind and move forward, without a second glance back.

Sometimes we do things without even thinking. We don't think about the people we hurt. 68 years ago I made some awful mistakes. To this day, I'm still paying the price.