Whychoose

Your deceased loved ones are only a whisper away. They are still here, still with you, even though you cannot see them. Unlike me, I can see them just fine. People call me weird, crazy even, but I only want to help the souls who are trapped in between and the loved ones they leave behind. Until my good intentions get me locked away and leave me broken and traumatized. So much so, I swear to never talk to a spirit again. But a road trip through the country—driving away from a home that has nothing left for me—and a night spent in the arms of tequila, helps me find myself in the embrace of a strong and handsome fisherman with ocean blue eyes. The same ocean blue eyes his three brothers have, including the one who is a ghost. He needs my help, but can I leave the shadows of my shackles behind to ensure he will find the light?

They promised me everything. But when the tides turned and my true self surfaced, their promises washed away with the receding waves. I forced them to realize their mistake, made them see the truth, even if it meant drowning in my own heartache. Now, they’re sorry, begging for forgiveness. But I’m done with empty words and broken promises. I would have been happy to leave and never look back, but a rip current keeps pulling me toward them, to face the hurt. How can I trust them again after they rejected me so fiercely?

I’ve always been on the outside looking in—a female tech genius meeting every conceivable human need for others, yet struggling with a basic fundamental necessity—connection. My days are filled with code and algorithms, but my nights are haunted by isolation and loneliness. When I’m asked to beta test a new advanced AI system created by three brilliant and painfully good-looking colleagues, what I thought was a straightforward task quickly turns into something far more complex. They started watching me. Tracking my every move. What began as simple data collection on their end has transformed into a fixation. The beta test is over, but the three men can’t seem to stop. Watching. Analyzing. Obsessing. They saw my loneliness, my trauma, and now they want to breach the barrier and give me the closeness I crave. But will the secrets they hold break our intense connection? \\\ SOUL CODE is a medium burn, spicy ‘why choose’ contemporary romance. It is the first book of the Coded Connections Duet and ends on a cliffhanger. Some parts may be triggering. \\\

A Why Choose Sports Romance Lake Chapel was supposed to be my fresh start: an opportunity to reinvent myself; my chance to finally live. Now I’m grappling with the demons of my past… and losing. To survive this setback, I’ll need the support of the four possessive, domineering men who think I belong to them. But can my captors really be my salvation? Worlds are bound to collide. Friendships will be tested, and rivalries are revving up. I can’t slip back into the dark—not now that I know what it’s like to live in the light. For the first time in my life, it’s more than just me I’m fighting for. It’s them. Kylian. Locke. Decker. Even Kendrick. It’s all of them, and all of us together. My name is Josephine Meyer. But that hasn’t always been my name. What will the boys of Lake Chapel think when they finally learn the truth?

A reverse-harem fantasy romance The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she’s accepted that she’ll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she’s only experienced through stories from her parents.

Raven MonroeI think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe. Just a tall, faceless shadow in a hood, staring at me in the dark… That was the thing though. It was never the storm itself that scared me. Never the loud booming of thunder. Never the howling wind or the way the windows rattled. Never the sound of rain pounding against said windows. It was just that goddamn lightning. Seems fitting, I suppose, that I’d die before my twentieth birthday during a freak lightning storm of the century… I just always thought I’d die while doing something dangerous - F\*ck it. I’d even take a boring death like simply dying in my sleep from a brain aneurysm or even an early onset heart attack. Anything. I’d take any other way other than this...