[Caffeine is out now in paper back and Kindle!] "Medium black with three sugars, please." Isaac Hensick was your typical popular high schooler. He had tanned skin, girls on each arm and lungs full of cigarette smoke. But what most people didn't know was that he had a passion for drawing and a taste for black coffee. Most people, that is, except for Aspen. Highest rankings: #1 in fiction, teenromance and smoking, #2 in player and teen, #3 in mentalhealth and chicklit, #4 in young adult, #5 in anxiety, #8 in love!! completed: 09/07/20 word count: 110,579

"I told you I'd find you." --- Jade lives in a world where everyone has a tattoo identical to their soulmates. Everyone has one...except for her, A crime punishable by death. Jade has always stayed out of the limelight, trying to avoid getting caught by the Authorities but when a special six-foot something sexy as hell prince waltz's into her home and whisks her away, will she be able to run away? Will she discover his secrets? Will he find out she is unmarked? --- Highest Ranking: #4 in Fantasy

After an Alpha has given up looking for their mate, and they need a Luna to help run the pack, they will organise an event known as The Whipping. Female volunteers from packs around the country will put themselves forward if they wish to be in the chance of becoming a Luna. These she-wolves would be whipped in front of all the packs, again and again until their backs were red raw and blood covered. The last female remaining would be given the title of Luna as the Alpha would only want the strongest wolf to help run his pack. Most wolves gave up and quit as they couldn't take the pain, but some head-strong females would go until they were no longer breathing. It was an ugly tradition, from years ago. I had never heard of one happening in this day and age...until that day... Until I met him... On the day of The Whipping...

*SEQUEL to Good for Gone* Bowen is a 19 year old widow with a mysterious fortune, a trail of strange properties, and a morose warning from the lips of her dying husband. Now there's something brewing inside of her, making her do things against her will and feel things that seem beyond human comprehension. And on top of it all, an entire nation that's very curious about the circumstances surrounding her late husband's brutal death.

I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eyes spotted a small, dark colored circular disk amongst the shag carpet. Slowly I eased my way over to it. Score! It's a brown M&M. Popping the tiny sweet treat into my mouth, I carefully chewed...trying not to puncture my lips with my freshly acquired fangs. I smiled. Today is looking up.