A contemporary southern gothic mystery series about a teenager who discovers a cache of centuries-old letters containing clues to crimes happening in the present day. READERS CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Parish Mail is written like a TV series–there are over-arching mystery and romantic story arcs that extend between the episodes, while each episode has a smaller case that is presented and solved. Along the way, I will asks you, the reader, to make several small decisions as you read. These choices do not impact the overarching storyline, but certain combinations “unlock” clues to the series’ mystery, which are embedded in the text.

(Formerly titled SPILL OVER) "I'm not in New York. I'm friends with a girl. I'm living on a boat... with my dad... At this point, I figure anything's possible." When an assignment overseas gives Antony's Mom the opportunity of a lifetime, she sees it as a chance for Antony to get to know his dad - a guy strange enough to live on a boat. Near dreary Seattle. Antony's sure that the next few months will feel like a lifetime. He and his dad can't even fill up a five minute conversation on his birthday call. Then he meets Amber, the girl from five boats down, and his prospects perk up. But when it becomes very clear, very fast, that all she's after is friendship, Antony wonders if he'll survive the next three months. He is absolutely. Completely. Totally. Displaced. And then tragedy hits. Spill Over is a novel about love, loss, and figuring out what's actually important

Grace and Kya always do everything together, and nothing can get in the way of their friendship. But then Levi comes along...just as things are starting to shift. The girls have paintball and they have their other best friend James, but something is wrong between James and Kya too, and Grace needs to figure out what it is. Grace has always been there for Kya. Only Grace knows what Kya's been through. Besides, Kya keeps life exciting-pulling Grace into things she'd never dare to do on her own. But daring is starting to turn dangerous. And Grace has to decide how far she can go ...before she ends up losing everything else.

"I love you, Ashton" I whispered to his sleeping face, being careful so he doesn't hear. Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I run away knowing that he can't know, and he will never know. I'm in love with my bestfriend. "Diana?" Ashton's voice stops me. Tears threaten to fall down, but I push them away. "Yes?" "Could you please call Mel?" He replies. I nod and walk away.