Locked in a deadly battle of wits with a psychopath, she struggles to keep her sanity as she's held.A 59,000+ word novel, with over 17,000 words of bonus content.For mature audiences only.

    I put on an act and wear a mask to hide my deepest desires. But what happens when my mask slips, and I fall in love with my inner darkness?My first kill was an accident—not an accident really, but self-defense more like. The second time I killed was truly an accident. The all-consuming need to feel that rush again, took over me when the opportunity presented itself.My third kill was given to me like a gift; the only thing missing was a bow. Someone’s been watching me, a secret admirer. Instead of leaving me with flowers, they left me photos, a weapon, and a file on someone deserving their end. I shouldn’t be more intrigued with my stalker—with the man who knows my deepest secret. But then again, I’ve never felt things the way normal people do.Not one to wait on my stalker to reveal himself, I find myself obsessing over my new hobby. Lucky for me, that includes a few chiseled men I can't pass up. Maybe letting others in my bed will inspire my stalker to come forward.This will be a RH novel with plenty of trigger warnings. Please also note, this may be a temporary placeholder date for release, and it could move forward.

     Maybe you like the dark more than you think. I just quit the cheer squad. I’m about to dump my musician boyfriend. I’m partying harder than ever. I let money run through my fingers because I’m done reaching for standards I’ll never meet. Soon, I’m broke. And I don’t want anyone to know. The more you hide your true self, the more you’re going to let it out with me. I'm bubbly and outgoing. He's icy and alone. I stay away. I touch myself, thinking of him. When I finally seek out Patrick Caruthers, he has a proposition. Mind games. Humiliation. Control. Schedules. Him. Me. I think you’re going to be the perfect playmate. I'm not perfect. I'm not stunning or noble. I’m not a heroine. You’re priceless. I'm just a girl . . . You were made for me. And he’s a cold bastard Who is paying me for sex.

    Collecting the debts that are owed to me.Ten years ago, they took from me. They left me for dead.They should have made sure I stayed dead.Now I'm taking from them.One name at a time.I've trained for too long.I've been patient.I can't stop now.Revenge is best served cold...They never see me coming, until I paint their walls red.Logan doesn't know how they hurt me. He doesn't know about the screams they ignored. He doesn't know how twisted that town really is.He just knows people are dying.He doesn't know he's in love with their killer.No one suspects a dead girl.And Logan doesn't suspect the girl in his bed.They're looking for a monster.Not a girl who loves red.Not a girl in love.I'm a faceless nightmare.At least until I tell them the story they've pretended never happened.But in the end, will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together?**Graphic**Adult language**Some triggers could be too much for the easily disturbed reader**Sexual content**Fucked up moral compass; read at your own risk.

    Dale brought his two grown sons to help pack and move us into their house. Both were hard-bodied and handsome, but Caine didn’t speak to me. Colt, on the other hand, said crude stuff like, “Wanna ride with me? Then I’m gonna need gas or ass,” but I couldn’t take my eyes off his rippling muscles and challenging blue eyes.Some are about speed, sex, and defiance.When Colt offered me a ride to school, I thought the ‘gas or ass’ thing was a joke, but he wasn’t kidding. Though he barely touched me, he shattered the innocence I couldn’t wait to shed. Even then, I sensed I’d never be the same. He and Caine soon upped the stakes, putting me behind the wheel of cars that could reach insane speeds. They kept challenging me to find my inner wild child, pairing illegal drag races with high-octane sex games, games like 'winner gets head'.And some are about trying to break you.It wasn’t long before I was hooked, but I always planned to walk away. Then everything spun out of control and walking wasn’t an option. I had to run._____**Disclaimer: This is a tale of a young girl’s crush that turns to hatred and back to love. Gas and Ass is the crush-to-hate part of the story. There’s no HEA inside these pages, so if that’s a must, this isn’t the story for you. If you can delay gratification, however, the hatred-to-love part is the basis of the sequel, Turn and Burn.

    And I’ll have to play by their rules.They want to destroy me.But I won’t make it easy.And when I’m done, I’ll make them understand:I’m not in here with them.They’re in here with me.Hateful Lies is the 1st book of the 4-book Stonehaven Academy series. It is meant to be read as part of a series, not a standalone, and contains a cliffhanger. A dark high school RH bully romance that contains triggers for sensitive readers.

    Dez was sick and tired of being told to get over it. What happened to her was real, and the memories wouldn't just vanish because she wanted them to. No matter how hard she tried, it never got better, and being touched only made it worse.All she wanted was for it to stop.Some girls dream of falling in love, fairytales, or other crap. Her? She longed to get lost somewhere no one would ever find her. In the code, the cables, and the dusty places that most people tried to avoid. The kind of places where someone couldn't accidentally brush up against her skin, reawakening the horrors she fought so hard to forget.Then he offered it all to her.No touching, no questions, and no unrealistic expectations. Chance's smile was charming and hollow, covering a ruthless business owner and the only person who'd ever dared to look deeper than the ink covering her skin. He was willing to give her everything she asked for. There was just one catch.None of it was perfect.The Gamer Girls series features strong women and the men who love them. Contains graphic language and situations that are suitable for a mature audience. This book is a standalone novel which moves forward a larger story. TRIGGER WARNING: discussions of rape and assault, domestic violence, addiction, suicidal tendencies, phobias, bullying, cyber harassment, violence, and more.

    Abuse. Fear. Toxicity.That’s all I had ever known until Vincent came into my life. Then it all got exponentially worse.I was a trade. Payment for the money my drug addicted parents owed him.Now, I am his slave-set to do whatever keeps him satisfied.My only relief is the blade I take to my skin every chance I get. I am lost in the swirl of chaos my whole life has become, but there is no happy ending because this is just the life of a Creep like me.

    My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys … they share one. They share me. ***I WAS BORN RUINED is a 90,000 word new adult, reverse harem, motorcycle club romance with one daring, bada** leading lady, her four sexy outlaws, and a romantic suspense plot. Contains cursing, violence, and sexual situations.

    There used to be five, but one of them died, leaving a fifth position that I now fill. I didn't ask for this. I didn't want to be part of this billionaire-boys-club. But no one cares about what I want.Sebastian Beckett is the worst of them. Their leader. He draws me in, and strips me of every defense I have. He calls me Butterfly, but it's not a pet name, it's a threat. Beck wants nothing more than to break my wings, pin me to a board and watch me writhe.He wants to see me broken. Body, heart and soul.And what these elite want, they get.Only they've never met Riley Jameson.Let the battle begin.**This dark romance features four sexy, dangerous boys but is NOT a reverse harem.**

    I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow.⁣⁣Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets.⁣⁣Secrets that cost us everything to keep.⁣⁣That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to.⁣⁣Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness.⁣⁣And all were punished.

    She accepts a summer long live-in tutoring job for a handsome man and his little sister at a secluded home deep in the mountains.There is no running water.No electricity.No internet or cell service.When her tutoring job ends she's hit with a brutal turn of events ... she's not permitted to leave. After months in captivity, she makes a harrowing escape with her student that ends in a car accident on a desolate road. When Nora comes to, her student is missing. In a desperate attempt to find the girl, Nora will have to recount her time held captive. The good and the bad. Can Nora and the authorities work together to find the man who took her? Will they rescue the girl Nora tried to save?Author’s Note: This is a dark romantic suspense. Trigger warning: all of them. This will not elicit warm fuzzy feelings

    WHERE BAD GIRLS COME TO DIE.Murderer. Unhinged. Remorseless. Insane. I’ve been called it all while rotting away in a maximum security psych ward, imprisoned for my crimes. When I’m given a chance to escape this hell, it’s an offer I can’t refuse. I’m transferred to Blackwood Institute, purgatory for the dangerous and disturbed. The deal is simple. Complete the three-year experimental program and you’re free to leave. I have no such intentions. People like me; we’re born to die. There’s no life for me out there. I’ll do whatever it takes to end my pitiful existence. This time, nobody can stop me. Not even the four fellow patients with dark secrets and damage that rivals my own. A tight lipped cutter.A manic nymphomaniac. A possessive control freak.A shadowy ghost from my past. The clock is ticking. If I’m not careful, the demons that frequent these blood-stained halls will get to me before I can take my own life. Game on. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Twisted Heathens is a reverse harem contemporary romance set in a mental health institution. It contains very dark and triggering content including references to self harm, suicide, sexual assault, and violence. This is book one in the trilogy and it does end on a cliffhanger.

    That's the only memory he carries from a childhood he does not remember. And now it is all he knows. Blood is his life.Knox Bishop has done a lot of horrible things, all at the command of the man who holds his leash. It's a matter of loyalty for him. Allegiance to the man who saved his life when he was a child. So he goes where he is needed and does what he is told. He tortures. He kills. He kills. He tortures. It is an unrelenting cycle that he constantly craves and can never quite satisfy.Until her.Eighteen year old Lacey Barnes distributes her assets to fund her dreams. Medical school is the end game and she is determined to get there by any means necessary. But a family member's careless mistake derails her plans and now she must pay a price in order to save him. She goes to Knox willingly offering him the only valuable thing she has. Herself. In doing so he allows her into his world, a world she quickly realizes is void of any light and hope for escape is utterly elusive. But escape is something she finds that she no longer wants. "He lays a path of pleasure laced agony for me to follow and I do. Stupidly I follow him down the blinding darkness of his euphoric hell."Disclaimer: This is book is intended for mature audiences (18+) due to description of violence and sexual situations.

    Just ask my amazing therapist. He's my soulmate and a vampiric serial killer. There's no one I'd rather stalk more.Except no more late night slinking for me. I'm in The Asylum, committed as a danger to myself and others. They tell me I'm delusional, which they aren't wrong...except about what.See, this place is made for supernaturals too dangerous to let roam free. The doctors, the staff, the family members that helped put us here are all in on it, trying to convince us magic is just another delusion. They plan to keep us here forever--sedated and docile.Aren't we all just perfect test subjects for inhumane experiments? Well, the doctors think so at least.Yeah... it's time to bust out of the loony bin. Unfortunately for our zookeepers we're the most dangerous supernaturals there are and we haven't been taking our medicine.A genetically modified super alpha wolf monster. An ultra rare basilisk, so poisonous he can't leave any skin exposed. My dreamy serial killing vampire therapist.Oh, and me. A genetic marvel, one of the few dhamphyr to ever exist and probably, just a little... more crazy than most.Nighty, night Asylum. Don't let the nightmares bite.Author Note: Full-length STANDALONE! This is a why choose/reverse harem dark paranormal romance where the female lead does not need to choose between her three male love interests. There are m/m scenes.Content warnings/tropes & other details: Breathplay/Edgeplay, Erotic, Asphyxiation, Blood play, Period/Menstrual Sex, Graphic violence/gore, Knife, violence, Death/murder, Dub-con and forced submission, primal play, knotting/vibration, DVP, DP, Domination/submission, consuming bodily fluids (blood, menstruation, c*m), spitting, masks, three-ways, four-way, anal, mm, mmf, rough oral, squirting