Co-Writes & Shared Worlds
St. Valentine’s University holds a dark secret…
Vivian Valentine:
Chasing the truth has always been Vivian’s passion, and when she’s offered a coveted spot at St. Valentine’s University’s elite journalism program, she doesn’t hesitate. But this school is more than just a stepping stone to her dream—it’s in her blood. Its history is stitched together within the bones of fourteen women, sacrificed to the men who built it. A legend… or so she thought. Until a seemingly innocent Valentine’s Day charity auction places her in the hands of her past and future—The occults leader.
Maddox Valentine:
As the King of the Divine, Maddox is bound to a legacy of sin and sacrifice. Every year, the descendants of St. Valentine’s founders offer up a soul to appease the hunger of those who came before them. This year, fate delivers him something far more tempting than he ever expected—a virgin of his own powerful bloodline; A Valentine. Her purity begs for his corruption. She would be the perfect offering. Luring her in should be easy. She’s soft, curious… and completely unaware of the danger she’s stepped into. But the more he watches her, the more he wants to unravel her in ways that have nothing to do with preparing her for the ritual.
Will Vivian become just another chapter in St. Valentine’s dark history, or will her creative narrative be enough to seduce the King into breaking his own rules?
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HER
Every good bedtime story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. But this one? It started in the middle—
The middle of the woods. The middle of the night. The middle of nowhere. The kind of place where no one could hear you scream… unless they wanted to.
And trust me, the nine shadowy figures watching me through the window? They wanted to hear everything.
They didn’t come bearing gifts. They came bearing hunger.
They weren’t the only ones ready to play reindeer games, though. I might’ve been caught, cold, and cornered… but I’d always had a soft spot for holiday chaos. Even if the odds were stacked against me.
Because, baby, I don’t just handle a challenge. I f*ck it raw and ask for seconds. The more the merrier.
THEM
The cabin was supposed to be empty. A safehouse. Instead, we found her. All curves and fire and just begging to be unwrapped.
A real Christmas miracle.
She didn’t scream. She smiled. She didn’t beg us to let her go. She dared us to keep her.
And what was more festive than cracking open a present early?
Especially when that present moaned when you touched it, tasted like sin, and came tied up with a bow—sprawled out in front of us and absolutely ours.
We didn’t go looking for holiday cheer. But hell if we weren’t going to fill her with some.
The More the Merrier is a dark, standalone novella with a HFN. Please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book.
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Darius
It takes some people most of their lives to find the other half of their soul. The one person who gets them. I found mine when I was eight and a new family moved into the house next door.
The pretty blonde with the pouty lips and the glittery eyes that held a darkness underneath ʼem. A preacher’s kid. Well-mannered. Respectable. Everything I was supposed to be and wasn’t. ʼCause of the secrets I was hiding.
The biggest secret of them all? The other half of my soul was a… boy.
As the years passed, that boy changed. He became less well-mannered, less respectable—his old man would say. Certainly less straight.
He also became his own person. He didn’t care so much what people thought about him, except for me. He still looked at me like I hung the moon until I ruined it. That one time he showed me what things could be like between us and I pushed him away…
Alvin
I never had a problem figuring out who I was. The church did. My daddy sure as hell did.
But me? I knew the moment the bed-headed boy next door welcomed my crying, bloodied ass into his window that I’d found my home.
Loving Darius wasn’t the hard part. Waiting for him was.
I couldn’t help but remember that one time at summer camp, when he kissed me back. For a single perfect moment, I had everything I’d ever wanted before fear stole it from us.
Now the only man I’ve ever loved is back and that window is cracked open again… The question isn’t whether I want to climb into his arms. It’s if my heart can survive him closing it for good.
That One Time is a standalone MM romance with a HEA. Please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book.
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