*IF YOU ENJOYED THE KING TRIALS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I LOVE HEARING FROM YA'LL* The king of Elthare is dead. Invitations have been sent out to the noble families to put forth a Champion to participate in the 43rd King Trials, a grueling competition that has left former competitors permanently injured, disabled or dead. Who will be king? Grantham Sinero, a man skilled in hand-to-hand combat and armed with the ability of telekinesis. Andalen Amadon who can inflict pain and suffering with a single touch and is a highly trained archer. Khett Pedgram, the former prince of Elthare, able to control the four natural elements and has an immense knowledge of the kingdom's history. Ikar Dominikov who holds no special powers, but is a great hunter and tracker. A kingdom at war. When soldiers from the empire of Mezerah invade Elthare, the Trials are cut short, and the Eltharians must prepare for a war no one ever saw coming. Many lives are lost, but with the help from their allies to the north, Elthare may have a fighting chance against the Mezerans. At the end of the Ten Day Battle one Champion will be crowned the new monarch of the now fractured kingdom. But who will be left alive to claim the throne? Book 2, The Dawn of Serpents, now available!

Liam Connell stared at his captor. He looked like a pirate from a holovid, black trousers and a white full sleeved shirt, with a purple sash around his waist. Black hair brushed his shoulders and ... Connell couldn't believe it, he actually had gold hoops in his ears. "Mmm! Mmmm! What do we have here?" the pirate smiled. Just what had Connell got himself into? (LGBT / Slash) Aurigan Space Series (M/M romantic Sci-fi)

What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what is a sheep without his shepherd? Without God, are we nothing but sheep led astray? How will we be guided to the light without a shepherd on earth? Should we trust our shepherd to tell us the truth? Or will we be covered in the blood of the lamb? A shepherd with blood on his hands could infect his flock with poison. And with this poison, he has control. And to Luke, this poison is all he knows. His seventeen years of life have been devoted to nothing else but God. He wakes up, goes to school or church, and sleeps; rinse and repeat. There is no place or time for anything else in his life, such as television, going out with friends, or discovering new hobbies. His father, Pastor Ivy, ensures this. His life purpose will be to serve the Lord and nothing else. A purpose that Luke believes is the right way. What else would there be to life? He hadn't questioned this until he met Gabriel, a man who was the complete opposite of him. A man who was strong in his sense of self. A man who didn't bow to anyone or anything and stood firm in his beliefs in The Church of Satan. A man who Luke feared. But also a man who felt like home to him.

[Book 1 of the Taste Series] Julian White doesn't say his real name in self-introductions. Hiding behind his middle name and a pair of overly round eyeglasses, he tries to get through the tenacity of attending a competitive culinary school under his uncle's influence. Amidst his learning of crust structures and the nutritional value of bananas, he meets an old friend.

[Third Book of the Flight Series] "Many things be broken, but only some can be fixed." Iolani Tori feels more alone than he has ever been on his journey. Yet, he doesn't have time for himself. Luka finds every meal a challenge to stomach; Jiro cannot forget; Pipa confesses and Vaughn admits to being rather poor at human interaction. Io, very naturally, meddles. Recent cases of unnatural deaths have caught the attention of the island-its cause unknown despite the many attempts to unveil that which was hidden. What they were bound to know, however, was the presence of a third, most deadly player in the game; the predator of humans themselves.

There is an island in the sky, and not everyone can see it. A harmless village boy living in the rural lands, Iolani Tori is afraid of heights and loud noises. Taken by surprise when he receives a mysterious letter addressed to him, Io finds out that the floating island wasn't a figment of his imagination after all. A talking sparrow; An eagle's eye, A waiting vulture And a silent night.

My father types a command into the laptop, and he jerks upright with a shudder and a wheeze. Compressed air flowed beneath silicone skin, triggering actuators that raised his arms and lift the corners of his mouth into a demure smile. He seemed to compose himself, eyes panning the room where he stood fixed to the platform-tubes and wires running down to his ankles. He blinks, lashes casting beautiful shadows over royal blue eyes. And I fell in love with someone that was just a little human

[Final book of the Baked Series] "And Love is just that. The past, the present, and the future-all at the same time." The question of Infinity-what holds beyond that? © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

[Second book of the Baked Series] "For when there is Love, every ending is a new beginning". The broken-hearted meet again, but will it be in vain? Age passes a pen to two, where-for once-they will have the power to write their own tale. One where, perhaps, a prince gets married to another prince. A second chance? Time runs. © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

Zion is an heir of one of the largest corporation in Pine Country because of that he had live a restricted and rule driven life. His father groomed him from the moment he was born and made sure he was the best at everything. He did not enjoy his childhood, when the other kids are playing he was in the mansion studying. He died at the age of 25. He died very lonely. He died without doing anything that he really like. He died full of regrets. [Welcome Host to Let Me Grant Your Last Wish System] Note: Pictures are not mine