Life began when adolescence ended. After experiencing what should have been one of the proudest moments in my life, I was reminded of what I had done. That I had walked that lone mile alone—that it was my fault that things happened the way they did. I didn't mean it and I would give anything to take it all back, but I can't. Now I'm being bred into a monster. Molded into a darkness that I never knew even existed. There's no daylight here, not even a sliver of hope. And as the days go on, I can feel it happening. I've slowly become the one thing I've learned to hate so desperately. The head of the Greene family.

Grimm Valot was a Cajun boy with a heavy bayou accent when I first met him. He spent most of his youth fishing the Mississippi River from the levee in Old Algiers, but I don’t ever remember seeing him in the market selling anything with his family. My daddy always tried to get me to stay away from him, but he was a damn good friend and I think some of my happiest moments were hiding behind the trees, sitting on the grass, and watching him throw his line in. I think part of the reason my daddy didn’t want me near Grimm was because his family lived in the Lower Ninth Ward and we lived in the French Quarter. He said that I was too “upper class” to be seen with anyone from the Wards, which I didn’t agree with. I never did define people on what they had or where they lived, but he did because he worked so hard for everything we had. We left Louisiana the day before Hurricane Katrina swept through and destroyed the Wards, leaving me wondering if he and his family had made it out safely. That almost eleven years ago and I found myself back in New Orleans for a visit with my parents in their fancy French Quarter home. In two days it would be Mardi Gras and the perfect time for me to slip away and see if I could find out whatever happened to him; if he was still alive or if he lost his life like so many others. I'll admit that I'm scared. Dark things happen in the deepest corners of New Orleans and there are whispers of magic, sex, and death. Ritualistic killings to appease spirts and gain power. I never believed in any of that and I knew I would have to swallow my fear to find him. I felt in my bones that he was still alive and I knew that I would have to be strong to find him. I would have to hold onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, Grimm was looking for me too. It was all I could do for now.**

I haven't fallen down in days. That may not seem like much, but my God, it's such an accomplishment. Being made to stand and kneel repeatedly while he performs his rituals is exhausting and I'm pretty sure that the welts on the bottom of my feet are ready to pop. My knees. They're bruised, covered in dry blood and cuts; but I won't fall down. I can't fall down; that means he wins again and I get put down in the oubliette.Being in the dark never scared me, being alone was something I used to cherish until he took me. I just want to find the light now. I want to find the warm place that he tells me so much about; the place where he says all of this pain will make sense. I won't fall down again.I can't.Not before I find my peace in the light. I have to do it soon because I'm not sure how much more I can take. Miserere mei sunt. 

Rebound is a short story. It's the first in a small series of novellas with a twisted HEA theme. Loathing. Lust. Love. Having committed herself to finally finding her one true love, Luna Odell jumps into the world of online dating. A recluse in her own right due to her upbringing, she scours the internet until she finds one website that catches her attention. One that she knows her soulmate will be on. After weeks of silence and having the feelings of being unwanted wash over her again, she finally gets the message that she's been waiting for. When she engages in conversation with Nixon Thorne, she's sure that she's met her match in every way, but are things what they seem? Taking a chance seems like the reasonable thing to do, and when Luna and Nixon finally meet and the sparks begin to fly, they realize that there could be way more to each other than meets the eye.**

I used to be Amity Crane. I used to be successful, strong, beautiful, loved. I used to be the girl who would make guys pant when I walked by them, the girl that took the world by storm, and the girl that loved a good adventure more than anything else. I was the girl obsessed with superhero movies and devoured all the books I could get my hands on. I used to be a lot of things until three years ago... Now I’m Lieve, red light district whore extraordinaire, to be used at any male or females discretion until I can pay back a debt that was never mine to begin with. A debt that I know nothing about for a family that tricked me into thinking I had found a safe place to live. This is my story.

Warning: This book contains triggers, violence, and sexual situations intended for readers 18 and up. Reader discretion is advised. It all started with one mistake. Zaydee Lansing was young and in love when her life got turned upside down. She thought that removing herself from the situation when the moment presented itself would help her fix everything. She hoped that all of the painful memories from the past would be swept away, and she would be a normal person again. But the bitterness inside of her is cold and unrelenting. When an unforeseen event prompts her to go back home, she finds herself faced with every monster from her past. How deep do scars really run? Is it possible to put mistakes behind you and start over again? Zaydee Lansing made one mistake and it's left her broken to her core.**

 This is the first book in a series. Each installment will revolve around 20k words. This is also a dark story. There is no HEA planned for this. Mature audiences only. Nero 'Swing' Rader thought that doing the club's wet-work would be easy. He got to do what he loved best and the way he wanted; alone. Never one to turn down the club president's request to take out a mark, he finds himself at odds when the next mark is Alaska Winslow. No women and no children was a code he always lived by. But when the Tidals & Anchors MC has unanimously voted to take her down, he'll have to do what he does best. What he doesn't know is that this is just the beginning. Someone has set him up and a masked assailant seems to be hellbent on inflicting as much pain on him as he has on others. Can the most feared outlaw in the club figure out who he’s wronged in time to save his own life? One thing he knows for sure; whoever set him up will have hell to pay if he can find a way to keep himself alive.**

Neve Dutton leaves New York with the promise of stardom in her eyes. Never wanting to be in front of the cameras, she’s happiest following her career choice of being a director’s assistant. But when she lands a job at an adult entertainment company, she realizes that her dream job is really a nightmare. Tricked by her cousin, Adesynne, into working for the porn giant company Devil’s Den, Neve finds her days are full of awkward moments, stress, uncomfortable shoots, and wishing for nothing more than to be back home. Until she meets Arsen Caldwell. Arsen hides his secret from Neve for as long as he can and helps to get her transferred to another company where she lands a job with Jareth Vance of Golden Hills Media. Jareth sees a potential star in Neve, but she doesn’t know that her first starring roll could possibly be her last.**

Content advisory: The following book contains vivid depictions of gore, graphic sexual violence, endless mind games, will induce strangely beautiful feelings of paranoia, and lots of bad things. Really bad things. It's not recommended eating before, during, or after reading this story. Prepare for a one way trip to Hell.I'm haunted. Not by ghosts, but by a face I can't quite remember. Eyes that shine so brightly each time I see them, are now nothing more than a hazy memory. I'm consumed. The thoughts that whisper so quietly inside my mind when I'm sure I have this evil inside of me under control are becoming more persistent. I'm lost. I know where I need to be, but not quite sure if I'll get there. Will she ever show her face to me or will I always only see a blank slate of nothing? There are only a few simple things I know to be true: I'm not a messy man. I'm not a serial killer. I can stop anytime I want to.I am NOT crazy.

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