Love, Choices, and the Power of Change Adelaide’s world is built on tradition and expectations—until Sean crashes into it, unraveling everything she thought she knew. Drawn to his rebellious spirit yet torn between love and responsibility, she faces an impossible choice: run away with him or fight for her future. With the wisdom of her grandmother, the unwavering support of her best friend, and the pull of her own heart, Adelaide embarks on a journey of self-discovery, passion, and transformation. As tensions rise and emotions collide, she must decide—can love survive without sacrifice? Perfect for fans of romance, emotional depth, and soul-searching choices, Adelaide’s story is one of finding balance between desire and destiny. Will she chase freedom or forge a new path? Discover her journey today. ✨📖

Unfinished rough draft for the book Death's Kiss. Allow us to day dream of what lies beyond a mortal's understanding of love.

This excerpt from The Truth Beneath the Surface is beautifully written and captures the intense emotion of betrayal and heartbreak. created a poignant moment where Eliza’s world shatters, and the truth forces her to confront the painful reality of her relationship with Adam.

Another poem that I am using in several upcoming projects. This one is extremely personal to me and speaks to the longing I have for a certain special someone.

I wrote this poem to try and encapsulate the exact moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my partner. This poem will be included in two of my upcoming projects, so consider this a sneak peak.

Again, again, again. This was the 3rd night in a row I was having these... nightmares. It was sickening how much I enjoyed them. Is this really who I am? Do I enjoy the feeling of disloyalty?

People often mistake the phrase “I can’t live without you” as a sort of suicide statement. That if I cannot live with you, I’d rather not live at all. It comes off sounding like a threat, a promise of a darker alternative if the person you love walks away.

I miss you. When I say I miss you, I miss the way you look at me with those beautiful eyes that sparkle…

Juliette had finally had enough of Lamar and his raggedy wanna be boujie family. She couldn't believe how much she'd let this man disgrace her, disrupt her family, and bring her down. She felt like she dropped from hell on earth to four levels below the actual fires of hell. This man was definitely sent from the devil, him and his family were a gang of demons that loved tormenting her. Juliette laid in her warm and comfy queen sized bed and snuggled up with Lovey, her newborn baby girl. It was after 3a.m. her three other daughters Victoria, Karmen, and Lauri were in their room in bed asleep and Lamar was still nowhere to be found. He had came home from work around 4p.m. took a shower, got dressed in a pair of jeans, his GAP T-Shirt, and his black air force ones. He brushed his hair and put on his favorite cologne. Talking about he was going to help his cousin knock on doors and pass out flyers, for his political campaign for the upcoming election.

40 and seemingly stuck in a relationship doomed to go nowhere, 8 year clean and sober Faith finds herself with an adult child an hour and a half away with her ex-husband and his new wife on 20 acres. Constantly tempted to sell all her shit, buy a camper van and post up at the bottom of their driveway, Faith is trying to figure out her escape plan. She quit her corporate job working in an addiction center because it was too much, so she's back in food service relying on tips. Maybe she'll meet the man of her dreams. Maybe she'll start doing coke again. Who knows when it's 2025 and your perimenipausal.

“Are you listening to me?” Valerie's voice reached him as if through a fog. He turned to her. “What? Of course I'm listening!” She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Then what did I just say?” Philip hesitated, trying to think of something plausible. “Something about... the tip of a croissant dipped in melted chocolate?” Valerie laughed, shaking her head. “You're almost there. ”

this is about temptation, sins, loving someone you shouldn't. this is about the thrill of risk, secrets and unknown

as much as we'd love to be perfect, we ain't. autant nous aimerions être parfaits, personne l'est.

Now, dressed in a simple blue dress, barefoot, she watched as Graham lit the last of the candles intended to light the dinner. He did it with a funny and completely unnecessary concentration, as if he were launching a spaceship into the sky. “Three, two, one. Take off!” Tina whispered with a smile, but Graham heard her whisper, deliberately clear, like a news anchor, and laughed as soon as the candle lit up.

“It's so peaceful here! It's as if the world has forgotten about us!” “And we owe it a debt of gratitude for that!” Nate nodded toward the darkening edge of the sky. “Looks like someone nevertheless remembers us after all... Look at what's coming from the horizon.” She followed his gaze and frowned slightly. ”Those are not just regular but storm clouds, right?” “You're not mistaken: that is them!.. Very soon, and perhaps even sooner than we expect, a serious storm will break out somewhere nearby.”

You don’t understand,” Daniel rasped, pulling away, but not letting go. “I do,” Noah said, voice steady. His hand cupped Daniel’s cheek, gentle, certain. “You’re scared. But I’m still here.” Daniel’s breath hitched. He wanted to deny it—to push Noah away like always. But Noah’s touch was an anchor, and Daniel was tired of drowning. For once, he didn’t run.

Hawthorn is faced with a difficult decision, continue the life she’s lived or welcome a new one with hopes of a brighter future.

While they waited at the counter, she took a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, smoothed it out, and folded it neatly in half. It looked to him like a list. However, the woman clearly wasn't trying to make it easy for him to guess what she was doing, so it wasn't difficult to guess wrong. He watched her hands spellbound, like someone watching a magician working exclusively in close-up. Folding the sheet in half, Silvana paused before returning the sheet of paper to her pocket. It was as if she didn't want to part with it. “What is it?“ Daniel asked. “Nothing you need to worry about.” He didn't like to pry where he wasn't wanted, although curiosity stirred in his chest.

“You think too highly of us! We won't make it to harvest time!” she said, laughing and nodding toward the fragile green shoots. Jacob looked up, squinting in the late sun. His face was damp with sweat, but he was smiling anyway - a crooked smile that made her heart beat faster. “I think so!” - he laughed in exchange. “And what about them?” She pointed to the tiny green pea vines. Judging by their appearance, they would clearly be difficult to use as examples of resilience.

Their strange story was woven from unspoken words, stolen glances, and silently rejected hints. Considering their somewhat formal relationship, it was difficult to call them lovers, but sometimes, late at night, when the world outside seemed increasingly blinded and deafened by the rain, the two could be seen together. In the tiny workshop, filled with the mesmerizing ticking of clocks, they became different people. Perhaps themselves? Continuing to look up at him, she asked: “Have you ever wondered why I always come back to you?” Darren hesitated, looking at his reflection in the time-worn polish on the brass surface of the clock. It hung in front of him on the wall. “Maybe you, like a clock, need to be repaired from time to time?” he asked quietly. ”And you understand, of course, that no one can do that job better than me...”