"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"To show you I'm serious, I'd do it a thousand more times only for you to admit it."

Annie Jacobs travels to Ireland for one final college assignment. All is going well until she accidentally insults one of the biggest musicians on the planet - Travis Sparks. One thing leads to another and...what happens in Ireland must stay in Ireland... ***** Determined to land her dream job of scoring soundtracks for major motion pictures, Annie must give everything she's got to land an internship in L.A. Five weeks in Ireland for her last college assignment is her one shot at impressing Alex Sullivan, CEO of Crypt Studios. But after a chance encounter at a local pub, she finds herself spending too much time with an overplayed musician. Travis Sparks is hiding from his career. Annie is trying to snag hers. Neither intends to find love while doing so. Five weeks together might lead to a lifetime of nothing but memories and lost opportunities...or maybe they'll find each other again one day. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Morgan King

Two girls, two secrets, and a boy who will make them question everything they've ever believed. *** Roxy thinks that she is in control of everything: with flames flaring at her fingertips and an equally fiery attitude, what more could she need? But when Brae arrives in the Helian Realm and sets off a whirlwind of emotions, she starts to question if her life is really as perfect as she'd always believed - and if she can play her part in a plan that will send Brae back to the Arcan Realm as a pile of ash. Alone in the Arcan Realm, Jasmine has none of Roxy's confidence or intensity. But she does have a secret - and Brae - and she's not going to give either up willingly. {Fire, Water and Air are also available as ebooks from all online retailers}