When heiress Alexis Dupont asks part-time P.I Evie Harper to search her sisters room for an expensive missing heirloom it seems like an easy gig to give Evie a little pocket change and a look into the life of one of her business idols. Instead, Evie finds a family haunted by the death of their matriarch, whose sporadic ramblings point to murder. But why would someone risk killing a woman rapidly dying of disease? And can Evie prove there was a murder when her body is already dead and buried? With the go ahead from Alexis, Evie is determined to put to rest all doubts into Diana Dupont's odd death and give the family the closure it needs. But did the illness take her, or was there foul play? And most importantly, will she ever get paid? Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 4

After Evie Harper spends the day pining after her unrequited childhood crush, Harley, she drowns her sorrows in a bottle of stolen wine. But the next day, and one glorious hangover later, Harley is found with a very naked-very strangled stripper in his bed. Naturally the police assume that it's some kind of erotic play gone terribly wrong, but Harley swears that he left her alive and "orgasmically" happy when he went on the ill fated booze and condom run. And Evie knows Harley isn't a violent man. When the Chos ask her to investigate the murder, and possibly clear their son's name, she reluctantly agrees. But as Evie digs deeper into the dead woman's life she discovers that the exotic dancer had quite the past; one that involved drugs, prostitution, and gangs. Who knew the life of a stripper could get so dirty? Evie Harper Mysteries: Book 2

One thing, just one little thing Julie had to do to have a... Let's say decent... First day at her new school... Don't. Draw. Attention. First impressions mean everything. Just one little screw up and she knew that she would have to wish her junior year goodbye. So she decided to stick to this one grand rule that would ultimately determine her social life, reputation, and mentality. Survive through highschool. How hard can it be right? ... WRONG!!!! She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one... Little... HARMLESS glance outside of her new bedroom window. But all of a sudden... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There stood a half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!! So you may ask, what do you do in a situation like this? SIMPLE. You squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor... Because that's obviously not embarrassing... And start doing ninja rolls from one side of the room to the window curtains going COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. Well... That is until you bang your head against the wall after doing a total of SIX slightly slanted ninja rolls right in front of your friendly... Still without clothes... Abs are present... Somewhat very sexy... Abs are still present... Okay really good looking... ABS I REPEAT ABS ON SHOW... Hot, sexy, and did I mention ab-delicious Neighbor Or to be more specific... Ashton Rider. Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book one in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series WARNING: Lots of typing mistakes!!! Read at your own risk!! Editing will be taken place when I find motivation!!! (Heh... about that....)

All Noelani wanted was 25 cent ice cream. Little did she know, that the ice cream came at a cost. And it was a hell of a lot more than 25 cents. --------------------------------------------------------------------- ___________________________________________ Noelani was having a bad week. She had just settled into her new home in North Carolina, but all that was about to change. After being followed home, stalked, and nearly assaulted, she took a detour to a sketchy ice cream truck. And the ice cream was so bad it only made sense that they were kidnappers.

Lillian Wilson A 20-year old werewolf. Ever since her mother died, her father and pack abuse her. She's been mute since she was 15 and only talks to her wolf, who isn't just an ordinary wolf. When she gets the opportunity to escape, she runs as far away as she can but accidentally enters a packs territory. Packs don't act to kindly to rogues but what happens when Lillian meets the Alpha? •~•~• This is my first book and Also this is your cliche white-wolf type of story. MATURE CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of violence, sexual abuse, swearing and abuse. If any of these topics disturb you then this book isn't for you.

Cassie Claire was in for quite the pickle. She and her bevy of BFFs decide to go to the store one morning, but little did she know that she was about to meet one sexy, sexy man. Like in a romance movie, they locked eyes, and the whole world came to a screeching halt. What happened next wasn't as similar to a romance movie. He put a gun to her head And kidnapped her.

It started with a Dare "Never have I ever said no to a dare." But when the school's hottest guy is dared to date the new girl he suddenly wishes he had said no.

"Who is she?" Damien asks, pointing at the girl who's smile instantly stood out to him. He hasn't seen her before, but even from afar, her smile was contagious. Maybe it was the way her lips curved upward, or how her eyes brightened in the dullness of the boxing arena. His friend follows the direction of his eyes to the girl sitting across the room, "Coach's daughter?" He asks. Damien nods his head, "That my friend, is the Chapstick girl." ~~~~~~~~~ Amber is just your average girl trying to survive through her junior year of highschool. Well, let's elaborate on that average part, there is just a small little detail that was left out. That she is known as the Chapstick girl. Why? No one hates her, in fact, everyone adores her kind, happy nature. Always willing to put others before herself. Or maybe it was because no matter where she goes, she always has HER chapstick. It defined her. A lot of people bypass the reason why she always has it, but maybe it has a deeper meaning than what other people see. Well, except one person. Damien. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book three in the T.B.B.B (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series. Cover by @_broken_chords

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

"You know, you aren't like most girls I have met." "Is that a good thing?" "It depends, are you obsessed with shopping?" "That involves walking... so no." "Dieting?" "Hah, that's funny." "Make up?" "I need motivation for that." "Heels?" "What have my feet ever done to you?!" After that, he laughs and claps his hands together, "Yes, that is a good thing." ~~~~~~~ He wanted freedom. She needed freedom. Luke Barrington and Ella Sanders. They thought their lives were bad, living up to a parents' expectation is way harder then it seems, especially when they are filthy rich and claim they only want what is best for you. Just think, one moment you are so busy hating on life, and the next, you are in a coma laying on the hospital bed, clinging onto hope that you will survive. Maybe it just took two cars and a curve in the road for them to see that life isn't so bad after all. Because what's the point of life if you aren't even living? ~~~~~~~ Book two in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series