"But I swear I hate seeing you with them... I can't help how I feel I'm just keepin it real They can't have you girl" -•- 17|Liberty Anton is abused at home by her mother and bullied at school. Her dad left her when she was just born so she's grown up being alone. The one thing she has a friendship with is her razor blade. 18|Eden Hughes is the intimidating loner, he's alone because he prefers it that way. His parent aren't around so he tends to shut everyone out. What happens when Eden has a sudden interest in Liberty and claims her? Only to find out later on she been abused her whole life. Enter their journey to find out... 'Selfish by PnB Rock'

He's alone. The world has tossed him into an oblivion, he lives by his instincts, and there's almost nothing left for him. Benedict Cain is a hollowed-out shell of a human being. When an offer pits him against the very people he hates, Ben must betray his own moral code by helping an evil organization obtain an ancient artifact of untold power. The only thing standing between him and his goals is a mysterious man in a gas-mask. WARNING: Extremely strong language and graphic action sequences are present in this story. Reader discretion is advised. This is the second story in a continuing series called: The Age of Heroes

In a time where flying cars rose to popularity, Nicole is a classic motor racing driver. Young and full of dreams, her life changes radically following a shocking accident. But what she couldn't predict is that these changes were just the beginning. Sometimes what we think is the end is, in fact, just a new start.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Two) What do you get when you add a girl whose life has been more than boring over the last few months and another who looks like a Southern Belle Barbie come to life? Two roommates who are bound to not have anything in common. And what about when you add her nerdy, yet extremely good-looking boyfriend into the mix? Getting to think about that guy you fell for who thought it'd be nice to tell you he loved you before disappearing. And what do you get when you add seeing the guy who'd shot you in your first college class, the next day almost being kidnapped by the secret society that he was a member of, and finding out that your roommate and her boyfriend are totally not who you expected? Yep. The second kidnapping of Emmy Alexander, though I was more than happy to go along with it this time. After months of waiting, I thought I wasn't going to be a part of the mission of the Brotherhood, the secret society that was hidden to the world, as they continued to try and piece together the puzzle of where their hidden history was located. But when the leader of the other secret society makes a promise to come after you, she definitely intended to keep it. So now, I was back in the protection of the Brotherhood, back with John Raymond, that guy who apparently forgot about those three words he said to me before disappearing. But was I complaining? Heck no. Because, along with being with him again, I was officially back to being a part of the mission and we were traveling the world yet again, only breaking into the government buildings of the wealthiest nations in the world this time. And, of course, the Knights, that other secret society, were going to try to do anything to stop us just like the last time. They wanted me...wanted my help in getting into the heart of the Brotherhood, which I still didn't want to happen. And I thought my life was going to be boring again. Yeah, whatever.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.