Even if it’s just random stuff, nothing important, they’re important to me. Gramps is great, and I love working on the ranch.But…I’m lonely.I feel disconnected, like I’m no one, like I don’t belong anywhere. Like I’m just here until something else happens. I don’t even know what I want with my future. But your letters, they make me feel connected to something, to someone. I had a crush on you, when we first met. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else. Then camp ended and we never got together, and now all I have of you is these letters.S**t.I just told you I have a crush on you. HAD. Had a crush. Not sure what is anymore. A letter-crush? A literary love? That’s stupid. Sorry. I just have this rule with myself that I never throw away what I write and I always send it, so hopefully this doesn’t weird you out too much. I had a dream about you too. Same kind of thing. Us, in the darkness, together.Just us.And it was like you said, a memory turned into a dream, but a memory of something that’s never happened, but in the dream it felt so real, and it was more, I don’t even know, more RIGHT than anything I’ve ever felt, in life or in dreams. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream about each other. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. You tell me.Cade----------------------------------------------------------------Cade,We’re pen pals. Maybe that’s all we’ll ever be. I don’t know. If we met IRL (in real life, in case you’re not familiar with the term) what would happen? And just FYI, the term you used, a literary love? It was beautiful. So beautiful. That term means something, between us now. We are literary loves. Lovers? I do love you, in some strange way. Knowing about you, in these letters, knowing your hurt and your joys, it means something so important to me, that I just can’t describe. I need your art, and your letters, and your literary love.If we never have anything else between us, I need this. I do. Maybe this letter will only complicate things, but like you I have a rule that I never erase or throw away what I’ve written and I always send it, no matter what I write in the letter. Your literary love,Ever

    

    She died years ago. This town broke her. I’ll burn it to the ground before I let that happen to me.In Eden Falls, I’m forced to attend a school for the elite. The Firstborns own this place and they think they own me, too. It’s not long before Dexter, Caspian, Lai, and Julian become the bane of my existence. There are only two people I’m afraid of – my strict father, and my malevolent fiancé. Unfortunately for me, my husband-to-be is one of the Firstborns ruining my life.Dexter Booth and I will marry on my birthday to secure our families’ bond. Every woman in this damn town wants to be Dexter’s toy. Except me.Dex and his Eden Falls Prep cronies have forced me to give up my body. I know my betrothed wants my mind next.I play along… But soon, I’ll leave the beautiful jerk behind without the thing he wants most from me.His heir.

    I can use the questionable life skills God saw fit to give me and be the best stalker-I mean, investigator-anyone has ever seen.Until four sexy as sin strangers waltz into town like we’re some kind of fun tourist destination rather than the most boring place on earth.Lysander, Azriel, Nikos, and Rhys don’t belong in this town. Something’s off with them. Something is wrong behind their shrewd gazes and swoon-worthy looks. More suspicious still, they show up right as my roommate was found, and the reasons they give for coming here are flimsy at best.At worst? I’m starting to think they killed her, or they know who did.Is it coincidence that they’re here just after the first murder in over a decade occurs?And even if I’m wrong, what happens if the dust settles and I can’t keep living the only life I know?Well, let’s just hope my body doesn’t end up in the river too.18+ Dark Reverse Harem Romance. PWK contains graphic sex scenes and detailed violent acts that may be triggering for some readers. There are also MM and MMFMM scenes and relationships.

    With her eighteenth birthday approaching, she's ready to be free of the system and be on her own. But when a social worker places her in a new home, Parker will discover what it means to be part of a family who will do everything in their power to keep her safe. ***Originally published in the Falling for Them Anthology

    With her family’s murderers on the loose and cops who refuse to listen, Charlie learns the hard way that she is alone in the world. Two years pass, and still Charlie will not speak. Out of options and ideas, the judge sends her to a foster home. Faced with a new town and a new life, Charlie must learn to live again. Surprisingly, she meets a group of friends that welcome them into their fold. Of course, the past always has a way of coming back to haunt you, and Charlie is no exception. With the help of her new family and friends, she tries to find the answers the police couldn’t… or wouldn't, find. The closer they get to the answers, the more dangerous it becomes for Charlie. Can she survive long enough to be truly happy? Or will the evasive murderers come back to finish the job? *This is a reverse harem, young adult romance/mystery. The main character will not have to choose who she dates.

    Problem is, I can't even get a date.The old coot who used to hang out in my bar? Turned out he was a millionaire. A multi-millionaire. And he just left me all his money.The catch?Of course there's a catch.I get the money if I’m 25 years old (check), and married (not checked; not by a landslide). And--I only have 30 days to pull this off.But when I meet Nat, Linc, Win, and Brose, I've found what every girl dreams of, multiplied by four. The millions were within reach. I could pay off my student loans, move out of my roach-infested dump of an apartment, and maybe even take a vacation with my best gay boyfriend Matty.But four guys?That wasn't part of the deal.I had to choose.And decide it if was worth it.

    All of them seeming to pop up wherever she is.Seriously, do they think she’s stupid?