Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

Alexandra Psyche Henderson, better known as Psyche, went missing when she was just day's old. A hundred and fifty years later she is living as a normal girl with her new parents. What was supposed to be a normal happy sixteenth birthday party turned into the talk of her friends when she runs into her older brother, who should have been dead, and his best friend. Joined by her two brothers, their savior the Prince, and his followers Psyche has to teach them how to defeat the Black Eye’d beings who are trying to wipe out life on earth. Mythical creatures don't know how to fight them off and the balance of life on earth is threatening to shift. Can Psyche help them wipe these being's out or will her attraction to her past halt her progression to the future?

Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorite songs. He knew that he may possibly be in danger of losing his heart for the first time.