Resurrection Walk

I'm just about to cross the street when the pedestrian light starts flashing. I hesitate, unsure whether to make a run for it. Wendy Sherman, my girlfriend, and Sawyer Young, my close friend, have already crossed to the other side. I'm the only one left behind after the pedestrian light changes to red. They reach the other side of the street without looking back at me once. A black car speeds past, splashing mud onto my pant legs before I finally react and take a step back. I have always been a little slow ever since childhood. I'm the last one to finish my meal and the one walking behind everyone else. Wendy and Sawyer worried I would fall behind in my studies, so one explains the questions to me while the other takes notes for me. They eventually end up leaning close together, arguing for the rest of the afternoon about geometric auxiliary lines. I remain sitting beside them, unable to get a word in. They insist on coming along to help me screen places when I go apartment hunting. They both grab a brochure from the real estate agent and walk together, talking about commute times and how much natural light the apartments get. Sawyer casually reaches over and helps Wendy carry her handbag. Wendy glances up at him, smiling and joking as they walk along. I end up as the one constantly trailing behind, watching their backs. That's when I suddenly get it—only people who move at the same pace can cross on the same green light, and the ones moving a beat too slow have to wait for the next light by themselves. I step forward and walk onto the crosswalk as the pedestrian light turns green. If I can't keep pace with them, I'll walk on my own from here on out.

Ava was not a normal teenage girl. She has abilities that she was gifted by her ancestors. One night, out in the woods outside of her home. She was bitten by a vampire. She thought she would be dead. Only to be rescued by a man on a horse. Only to find death. Only to be told, her work wasn't finished yet. He falls for her, only to become an angel again.

For three years, Evelyn Hart lived as the crippled wife everyone pitied. After countless failed treatments, she secretly undergoes a procedure that gives her something she thought she had lost forever. Hope. Excited to surprise the husband who stood by her side through it all, Evelyn returns home only to find him in bed with her stepsister. But tears are for women with nothing left to lose. So Evelyn keeps her recovery a secret and remains the helpless wife they think they know while they plot to steal her company, her fortune, and her triplet sons. Unfortunately for them, the woman they betrayed can walk again. And she sees their downfall coming long before they do.

Christian Sinclair died when he was six years old. He should have stayed dead. Instead, he is brought back to life and raised by Kiran Sinclair—a legendary Alpha whose love, wisdom, and strength shape the man Christian hopes to become. But Christian isn't born of Alpha blood. He has no claim to power, no birthright, and no place among the wolves destined to lead. When tragedy steals everything he's ever known, grief consumes him. The gifts Kiran leaves behind are far greater than an inheritance—they awaken ancient magic tied to the old gods, burdening Christian with abilities he neither understands nor controls. As addiction, loss, and self-destruction threaten to destroy him, he's forced to confront the darkness within before it destroys everyone he loves. Guided by family, bound by destiny, and hunted by forces older than the werewolf packs themselves, Christian must discover who he truly is. Because blood doesn't make an Alpha. Character does. Renascence is an emotional paranormal fantasy filled with werewolves, Norse mythology, found family, magic, fated mates, unforgettable friendships, and a hero who must lose everything before discovering his true destiny.

Love's Eternal Way Sixteen-year-old Serenity Palmer's biggest problem should be avoiding her father's arranged marriage contract with Thomas Blake, the arrogant senior who's made her life miserable for three years. But when a school trip to a French château triggers vivid dreams of a past life, Serenity discovers she and Thomas were once lovers—murdered on the eve of their 1722 wedding. As memories of their tragic death resurface, Serenity realizes their history teacher, Mrs. Hargrove, is the reincarnation of the obsessed servant who killed them. Worse, she's orchestrated this entire trip to finish what she started three centuries ago. With Thomas's best friend Louis—who harbors secrets of his own past-life memories—and Serenity's friend Ava, they uncover a conspiracy spanning five lifetimes. Mrs. Hargrove isn't working alone. The real mastermind is someone much closer to home: Thomas's best friend Axel, the reincarnation of a spurned nobleman who has spent centuries manipulating their relationship from the shadows. Every cruel word Thomas ever spoke, every moment of distance between them, was carefully orchestrated to keep them apart. Now, trapped in the same château where they once died, Serenity and Thomas must break a cycle of obsession and revenge that has followed them through multiple lifetimes. But breaking free will require the ultimate sacrifice—and a love powerful enough to rewrite the rules of life and death itself. A supernatural romance about soulmates who refuse to let death have the final word, Love's Eternal Way explores how true love transcends time, memory, and even the grave. Some bonds are eternal—but so is the hatred of those who would destroy them. Perfect for fans of reincarnation, romance, and paranormal suspense.

Ethan Hayes and I grew up together, but we ended up resenting each other for a lifetime. He blamed me for taking matters into my own hands, forcing his memories back, and causing his true love to jump off a building. I blamed him for going back on his word. He promised to love me forever, but after losing his memory, he fell for someone else. In the early stages of our ten-year marriage, we were as cold as strangers who knew each other too well. When I got diagnosed with ALS, everyone in town urged him to divorce me. He only carried me to a chapel, knelt among the burning candles for an entire day and night, and prayed for a miracle. On my deathbed, he held me through the night, his forehead against my cheek. "I've done my duty to you in this life," he whispered. "If there's a next one, I hope you don't make me remember. Just let me be with her." Tears slid down my face. I finally got it. I shouldn't have chained him down with our teenage love, dragging him through a whole life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I found Ethan. This time, I chose to let him be with his true love instead of waking his memories.