Reborn as the Scorned Heiress
She died in the Wild West. She woke up in someone else's body. And this time, she's not going down without a fight.
Cassidy Boone was a sharp-shooting, fast-talking outlaw in 1887 Arizona. When a bullet finally caught up with her, she figured that was the end. Instead, she opened her eyes in a hospital bed — in the twenty-first century, in a body that wasn't hers.
The body belonged to Emilia Montero.
Overweight. Despised. Mocked by society, betrayed by her husband, and systematically robbed of her family's fortune by the very people who were supposed to love her. Emilia had tried to end it all. But Cassidy isn't Emilia.
She's louder, fiercer, and she doesn't take kindly to being cheated.
With a dead woman's memories, a cowgirl's grit, and a fury that could set the boardroom on fire, she decides to burn down every lie that was built on Emilia's suffering — starting with her cheating husband Sebastian, his scheming lover Andrea, and the corporate vultures circling the Montero empire.
But nothing is simple when you're wearing another woman's skin. Especially not when the one man willing to stand beside her — the intense, infuriatingly noble Daniel — makes her feel things that a reborn outlaw definitely shouldn't be feeling.
And when the truth about Emilia's "suicide attempt" surfaces, the stakes become deadly.
Goodbye Daven
She was his second choice. He was her only one.
Evangeline Windsor has loved Daven Worwick since she was eleven years old. So when his fiancée left him standing at the altar and he turned to Evangeline — she said yes. Even though she knew she was wearing another woman's dress. Even though she knew his heart still belonged to someone else.
For two years, she proved herself worthy of his love. And she almost believed she'd won it — until the night she discovered she was pregnant and he disappeared without a word.
When he came home, his ex was on his arm. His brother was feeding him lies. And the man Evangeline had built her entire world around looked her in the eye and told her she was nothing.
So she signed the papers. Took nothing. And vanished.
Five years later, Evangeline has a new life, a new country, and two children Daven doesn't know exist — until a hospital waiting room shatters every wall she's built.
Now Daven wants what he threw away. But Evangeline isn't the naive girl who worshipped him anymore. She's a mother, a survivor, and a woman who knows exactly what her love is worth.
The question isn't whether he still wants her. It's whether he deserves her.
Goodbye, Daven is a gripping enemies-to-lovers second-chance romance about betrayal, forgiveness, and the devastating cost of taking love for granted — perfect for readers who love a groveling hero, fierce heroines, and the kind of love story that breaks your heart before it puts it back together.
From Human to Luna
Maeve Vésper has spent three years as the pack's shame.
Born into the Beta bloodline of the Ancestral Claw Pack, she should have undergone her first wolf transformation at eighteen — the sacred Awakening that marks every shifter's passage into adulthood. But the pain never came, her bones never broke, and the voice in her mind stayed silent. At twenty-one, Maeve is still trapped in a fully human body, branded an anomaly by the elders and tormented by Elowen Lincan, the former best friend who now leads the campaign to have her expelled.
When Alpha Ragnar Varik returns from the border and finds Maeve's name at the top of the "Purge List," he expects to deal with a routine political headache. Instead, the moment he lays eyes on the fierce redhead storming his mansion to deliver her own resignation, his wolf Titan recognizes what no one else can see: Maeve is his fated mate. But the soul bond can't complete without two wolf souls — and Maeve's is missing.
Ragnar's desperate search for answers leads them to Ravenna, an ancient witch who reveals a devastating truth: Maeve's wolf was sealed by dark magic before her eighteenth birthday, deliberately silenced so the mate bond with the Alpha would never activate. The seal was cast by Elowen's mother, Astrid — and only Elowen's blood can break it.
What follows is a dangerous game of confession, betrayal, and blood. When renegade mercenaries ambush Ragnar in the forest, Maeve's wolf finally shatters free — a grey she-wolf named Gaya who fights with the fury of a goddess and the precision of a born predator. The bond ignites. The Alpha marks his Luna. But the war is just beginning.
Elowen's stolen essence has left Gaya weakened, and the Lincan family's conspiracy runs deeper than anyone imagined. As Elowen's father Alfred descends into madness — allying with cannibal outcasts, wielding forbidden blood magic, and vowing to destroy everything the Ancestral Claw has built — Maeve must reclaim her full power through a dangerous Blood Moon ritual, survive assassination attempts and political scheming, and stand beside Ragnar in a final battle that will determine whether their dynasty rises or falls.
With the sharp-tongued Isolde de Ravenloft at her side, the unwavering loyalty of Stellan Mayson, and a Sacred Bond that grows stronger with every trial, Maeve will prove that the girl they once called "the Human" was always destined to be the most powerful Luna their world has ever known.
LOML {Love of My Life/Lost of My Life}
"You pretends to be nice around everybody just to make me look like the bad guy! You're fake. And you never back me up, ever." said Jenifer, my bestfriend at college, before she left me. Was I a ter
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~𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗢𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻~
~𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀.... 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.... 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸... 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲
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A five hour car ride to college.
🔞🔞 It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty
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The corner table
The rain had been falling since morning, turning the city into a blur of grey , wet , muddy streets, and headlights reflected in puddles. By four in the afternoon, the sky looked no brighter than it
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