A troubled writer and an optimistic editor come at odds with each other when the novel they are editing threatens their grip on reality. Knowing no other way to escape the insanity, the editor swears to destroy it. However, the power between the novel and the author may be a greater threat than the editor had expected...
[Check out BOUNTY HUNTERS, the sequel to Errand Runners] Unlike the other criminals in Nova City, Nole Vale has a curfew. While most civilians just want to survive in their crime-ridden, gang-infested city, this sixteen-year old is determined to conquer the city streets and provide for his brother and sister by any m...
Dating back in college was a horror for an overweight girl. Guys chose the skinny girls over the fuller-figured ones any day, and getting a date for an event became a nightmare. Never mind that I was on the Dean's List, never mind that I was the editor of my college newspaper or that I was a published poet, never mind...
How can you retain someone that doesn't belong to you? But how could you let someone go when you know you're meant for each other? Sometimes the right person appears at the wrong time. And sometimes it is too late to get back the right person back. Learning to cope with that is learning the Art of Letting Go.
Life is something Cassandra never gave much thought to. A bad life has brought her up to be a tough teenager. She knows all the bad things that could happen, she's seen it all and done it all. Doesn't care about anyone and no one cares about her, it's what Cassandra is used to. It's all she knows. Everything changes...
After escaping their abusive father, sixteen year old Stevie Greenwood and her younger sister Isabelle flee to the only place that they've ever called home, Greenwood Plantation. They return to their Grandfather who's been taking care of the place along with their mother, who's suffering from a serious mental illness...
"Do you want to talk? You know, about everything?" Evan asks. He's staring up at the star-covered sky as he holds our brown bag of French fries. I finish my sip of my vanilla milkshake despite not wanting to stop and follow his gaze. The stars twinkle against the black and wish I had brought my camera. Somehow I thou...