It wasn’t until Carlos helped me put the pieces back together that I realized how many were missing. Shattered. Tormented. Brain on disconnect. A car accident leaves Erin Rocheford, a seventeen-year-old hockey player, fractured, disfigured, near death. Not only is her future career in the NHL erased, but when she’s finally released from the hospital she can hardly walk, her thoughts stumble into each other, and people grimace when they notice the scars crisscrossing her face. Erin's parents consider a vacation in Florida, on an island of palm trees and pirate lore, is just what she needs to recover. But in her post-traumatic state, Erin is vulnerable to attack, to a ghostly invasion, to a further fragmenting of her troubled grey matter. A pirate tale of an odd English pirate and his feisty captive, a story of defiance and decapitation, will weave itself into her mind and threaten her very soul. She will need to dig up every reserve in her hockey-tuned body to keep from falling apart all together, to fight back and to protect her star player—the one boy who can see beyond the scars. Mosaic Cover, copyright Matthew Birtch

Prince John's biggest fear? Becoming King, and everything to do with it, from the sheltered life, to someday having to get married. Celia, a lady knight, minus the 'Lady' if she can help it, is not looking forward to coming of age and attending the High Ball which she thinks is nothing more than a market for single girls. The two have hated each other since childhood, but when the stress gets to John and he does something drastic, Celia's the only one who can help.

Known for their beauty, the Campbell sisters have many men vying for their hands, but as Lady Emma was the eldest, she was to become Laird of Castle Campbell. She was the most sought after for any man to marry her would one day help her rule the Campbell Clan. After her shocking kidknapping and many months of searching, Laird Campbell, his lady wife and their other two daughters mourned the daughter and sister that they loved with all their hearts. Sir Andrew McKenna, heir to the McKenna Clan was the eldest of fours sons. He was a trained and hardened warrior, his Da was grooming him to take over as Laird one day. He fights with strength and power, he commands attention and is given it. Gone was the hardended warrior the day he found Lady Emma, brutally beatened, raped and left for dead. He became gentle and caring. He vowed he would protect the lass with his body, but he never expected the lass would go straight to his heart.

I don't have a name. Not a proper one. He gave me one when he found me. But I don't know my real name. He saved me. From the dark place. I was made there. Just a creature. Nothing more to their eyes. They didn't know I could feel pain and emotion, longing and sadness. They just thought I was an empty case to experiment on. They were wrong. In the Victorian London slums, Silas finds a girl, wounded and beaten by the road, frightened and confused. He brings her in and finding she doesn't have a name, calls her Charity. But she isn't an ordinary girl. They set out to find the truth about Charity, and whether she is really a creature, or if she is in fact human. Historical, Science-Fiction, Mystery/Thriller Warning: some scenes may contain violence Historical fiction #101 (6/4/2015)

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"If the world can't handle the truth, give them a spectacular lie." Bitch. That's what they called me at my old school. I disagree: I'm just brutally honest, that's all. Some people don't like honesty. Exhibit A: Matthew's family. None of them want to acknowledge that their Golden Boy is gay. Exhibit B: My Mother. I only told her the truth: that she was a crappy parent who never should've gotten knocked up in the first place. But she was so offended that she shipped me off to my fabulously wealthy father and his walking-billboard-for-plastic-surgery of a wife. So I devised a brilliant plan. My new friend Matthew was sick of hiding his sexuality. I was tired of obnoxious rich boys hitting on me. So why not pretend to be dating? He wouldn't have to answer uncomfortable questions anymore, and I'd enter my new school as the girlfriend of the star quarterback. It should be easy, right? Of course, I didn't plan on falling for Matthew's brother.