I don't see dead people.I see you.I see every incarnation of you.I see the history of your soul.I can see your aura soaked in the blood of your previous lives.Most people are inherently good or evil.Some flit between darkness and light.Few can change the fabric of their essence; it's a fight that most are too weak to win.He was once darkness.An evil so pure that his very soul is black and yet I am drawn to him like a moth to a flame.Some days, I feel like I am drowning, the waves of my feelings stealing the very air from my lungs.Other days, I feel nothing at all.I'm unsure which is worse; gasping for air or dying from this thirst.Can you learn to breathe underwater when you find someone worth drowning for?Feyness is a dark standalone.Readers of a sensitive disposition may want to step away from the book.Step away, nothing to see here.Readers who like to dance on the dark side, come on in and enjoy the ride.

    Charlotte.I thought I'd lost my bag for good. Until, the cutest guy I ever laid eyes onhung out of the moving train's window holding my bag. He wanted to chuck it to me, but my precious laptop was in it.So we agreed to meet at the next station.To thank my six foot plus Adonis I offered to buy him a drink. It was only right. He saved my bag, and he had twinkling cobalt blueeyes that made my toes curl.He was funny and charming and gorgeous at the bar. And the chemistry... off thecharts, but I had career dreams that didn't include handsome bag rescuers. A few more drinks later I was rethinking my plans.Alex Turner looked like he would be great in bed, and I had a box of condomsback at my place.Surely one night was allowed...A Standalone Full Length ContemporaryRomance With A HEA.

    

    This is a standalone spin-off of the INSIDE OUT series (soon to be a TV show) that follows Ella Ferguson, Sara McMillan's best friend.Ella Ferguson awakes alone in Italy, unsure of who she is, and a gorgeous man has claimed her as his own. He’s tall, dark, and sexy, with money and power, the kind of man who makes a girl want to be possessed. And he does possess her, whispering wicked wonderful promises to her, stealing her trust and her heart. Soon though, the past finds her, yanking her from a cocoon of passion and safety. Everything is not how it seems. The truth will shatter her world, but it can set her free, if it doesn't destroy her first.

    Falling for the nanny is so cliche.But I did.And now the nanny has kidnapped my daughter.My military training should have prepared me.But the past is a biatch.One with green eyes and curves so delicious I would sell my soul to possess her.The battle lines have been drawn.My lover is now my enemy.No good options and only 30 days to save what’s mine.Don’t cry little darlin.Daddy’s coming for you.

    I even had to accept that I had a big brother I never knew, which was fine with me. My mum raised me the best way she knew, and it wasn’t her fault life tossed crap at good people. Battling my way through a career in the Navy when the curveball hit—medical discharge. I ambled aimlessly into life in a 1% MC. For a few years, I enjoyed the lifestyle of booze and a different woman every night. Soon, I was rethinking decisions made when a call from my brother’s former commanding officer changed my direction. Being a member of the Wounded Souls’ new chapter gave me another direction and path in life. A path that led me straight to a blonde mini cyclone, full of sass and secrets. Thayer became everything. Every thought, every beat of my heart. If only I could get her to do as she was told. She was a hazard to herself and my sanity, but by God, she was going to be mine. THAYERMy place in my family was less than an afterthought. My parents hit the jackpot with their firstborn; I was just the unneeded spare child. Ignore me, and with any luck, I might go away. It took seventeen years, but I finally left the frigid confines of my family nightmare only to walk straight into another one. Had it not been for my best friend Oaklee insisting I stay with her I would have never laid eyes on the bossiest biker god ever created. Battle tested me every step of the way. He bossed me, barged into my life, and took care of me without asking me if I wanted him to do so. Ready-made sandwiches waiting for me in the fridge, with demanding texts barking out orders to eat. Vance ‘Battle’ Masters knew only one way to deal with me. Barge in and insist that I was His Reason for being born. Battle offered me everything I’d ever dreamed. Affection and love. Was it possible, my parents were wrong, and I wasn’t the unlovable mistake they accused me of being? Could Battle love me when he finds out my shameful secret? Or will he be like everyone else in my life, leaving me wondering what was wrong with me?