❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

BEAUTIFUL MONSTERS BOOK #1 RATED M 18+ {completed} _ You don't become the fiancé of one of the most powerful crime lords in the city without understanding exactly how gritty and depraved the world truly is... and how to thrive in the inferno. After five years spent under his controlling thumb, Daniela knows her position with a man like Vincent Stacatto is precarious, but as long as she plays by the rules of his "game", she's safe... Until she's taken by the devil. Kidnapped by a rival boss, Daniela becomes a pawn between two powerful forces, and just another casualty in a bloody game of chess. But to get to the top-and stay at the top-you have to fight dirty and hold nothing back, because the most dangerous piece on the board isn't the King. It's the Queen. {draft}

Casual sex is harder than it seems. In order to keep it safe, both emotionally and physically, Jake comes up with a set of rules.

"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. :) **/

"They were elements that were not supposed to mix,but they were. And just like mixing hydrogen peroxide with Sulfuric Acid; Inevitable explosion." *** "This isn't right." I whispered¸ fear seeping into my voice. I felt goose bumps grow on my neck, at his sudden proximity. Control. All I needed was a little self control to stop the feeling growing in my stomach. Soon I was looking straight at him, eye to eye. He leaned in closer, I felt my knees wobble and my breath hitched, he went straight to my ear a cocky smirk making its way onto his face and whispered, "Never said it was." © 2012 All rights reserved

bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1

After escaping her past, Miranda finds herself in coastal Maine, and when she meets Owen, she must help him uncover what truly happened to his now-dead ex. ***** On the run from her abusive ex, Miranda Lewis figures a small town in coastal Maine is just the place for her to lay low. There she befriends Claire, the owner of a local cafe, and her son, Owen. A woodworker and musician, he keeps to himself, especially since the town believes he played a part in the disappearance of the town's pride and joy... a skilled artist and his former girlfriend. As the two begin to grow closer, Miranda agrees to help him uncover the truth behind what really happened, especially now that strange things are occurring again, leading all roads back to Owen. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by Simone Northey

"Do you really know Indigo, Evans?" Christine is falling in love with the boy who rescued her from a suicide she doesn't remember attempting. But falling in love has it's consequences - especially when it's with an indigo eyed Lord of the Suicidal. Chris becomes entangled with the judging the suicidal and the disciples Indigo Boy commands because of it. But by drawing closer, Chris begins to realise that the one she might be in love with isn't who she thinks he is. We all have pasts, some of us with ones that cannot resist in coming back to haunt us. When faced with Indigo Boys', Chris must fight to claim her soul for the man who saved or risk losing it to the one who waits in the shadows to steal it. "So who is Indigo Boy? Are you sitting comfortably, Evans? Then I shall begin..."

Christine Evans doesn't remember why she played her hand in the suicide game, or why the boy with eyes of red urged her to. Christine Evans couldn't understand why, on the anniversary of that same attempted suicide, a boy with eyes of indigo appeared seemingly out of nowhere and why he looked so damn familiar. Christine Evans, as surely all heroines are, is special and caught in a dance between two men with eyes of colour no eyes should have any business being. What might be the price of the truth behind an attempted suicide and the cost of understanding the mystery around Red and Indigo? Christine Evans may just have to risk more than her soul to find out. My days, is this blurb pretentious enough...please do let me know...