Cora Daniels is new on the job. She's searching for self-fulfilment as a psychiatrist on the High Risk ward of Blueridge Psychiatric Asylum. But after taking over the peculiar case of the impenetrable Tzar, a man who is a closed book to all that try to pry him open, things take a turn for the unexpected. He's egotistical, cunning and unstable; everything Cora strives to fix in a person. She's harsh, stern and strait-laced; a fun challenge in his eyes. However, when the Tzar begins to reveal himself, his life outside of Blueridge peaks Cora's interest. Can she resist what she knows is no good for her? Or will he drag her into the shadows? {ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs: sᴍᴜᴛ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ/ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.}

When the stubborn and hard-working Sage Black manages to land a job working as a maid for the Cohen's, she is unsuspectingly dragged into their terrain of finance, business and self-serving schemes. But when personalities clash, she finds herself falling into a feverishly hot romance with the Cohen's oldest son: Asher. Her boss. However, love is never so simple in the corporate world. Whether it's traditional parents, scars from the past, workaholics or persistent exes, moving forwards is easier said than done for Sage and Asher. Sage firmly believes in the premonition not to mix business with pleasure- but can Asher convince her otherwise? He's never lacked conviction in the boardroom, never lost a 'client', and he's not about to start now. Asher's mind is set, Sage just needs to sign the deal. {ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴀɴᴛɪsᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.}

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"Keep your little tongue still," he began ominously, his eyes had darkened like the nightsky, "or I will put it to better use." His warning sent chills all over my body. He was hurting me; the wall against which he had my hands pressed had a sharp popcorn like texture, and it felt like my skin was being stabbed by thousands of nails at once. Not only that, I could feel the pressure of his huge muscular body against mine trying to obstruct my breathing, and his knee was also lightly pushing into my thigh as he kept me in place. But despite all the pain and the helplessness of not being able to move out of his tight clutch, not a single gasp or cry escaped my mouth. "Seems like this is the only way girls like you learn to shut their mouths up," he growled near my ear. And maybe he was right because I wanted him to keep hurting me until I could feel absolutely nothing. ******** This is the story about an awkward teenager who faces bullying, abuse from her parents, and fights her inner demons all while having an obsessive crush. Warning: May contain some distressing themes that could be triggering. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book or any portion there of may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

Hell-- "a place where nothing shines...yet everything burns." What happens when darkness meets light, when innocence meets sinfulness, and when two opposite worlds collide? A disturbingly scary and mysterious rainy night changes the course of a girl's life forever....but will it be for the better or worse? Warning! This story contains some mature themes including kidnapping, torture, pain, violence, horror, supernatural, coarse language and some elements of BDSM which could be triggering to some people. (All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author) (This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental)