Drawing With A Message

She knows that she should pull away, Heather cannot. She feels herself once again drawing closer to Casey without conscious thought. She can feel his breath on her cheek and the smell of his aftershave. Casey completely consumes her. This time there is nothing to break their connection or disrupt the moment. ***Heather is a woman looking to avenge her mother’s death, and it just so happens that she believes the Sullivans who happen to be the richest most powerful family in Boston are responsible. In her hunt for justice, Heather finds herself drawn to the eldest son. Casey. Coming from two different worlds, each with a troubled past. Can she love the son of the man who murdered her mother?***“I don’t know what else to do. With everything that has happened, I’m just feeling lost. I don’t think I know Casey as well as I think I do.” Heather says regretfully.***The Billionaire’s Heir: Loving the Son of a Murderer by Roxanne Greyson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Sian Claiborne is not a happy camper. Just when she was getting into the groove of high school hijinks, her parents decide to pick up stakes. Now the popular cheerleader is off to the Ritz and glamor of the Hollywood Hills, where her new school is home to the offspring of Hollywood's elite. Determined to hold her own, she befriends one of the school's outcasts on her first day, thus drawing a line in the sand between her and the ever-popular 'Mean Girls'. Little does she care until she claps eyes on Jace Saunders and almost loses her pompoms.Of course, the head cheerleader already has her eyes set on Jace and lets Sian know in no uncertain terms that he's off-limits. Jace Saunders has taken one look at the new girl, and this son of Hollywood royalty wants what he sees. But Jace has history with the most popular girl in school, a girl who has already warned off Sian, and what about Sian's parents? Are they going to allow their daughter to date someone as high profile as Jace?

Sara Beck thought losing a client was the worst part of her week until one reckless night with Dame Casian, a man she’s spent years despising, changed everything and left her haunted with a memory she can’t erase. She hates him… or so she thought. But nothing prepares her for the real nightmare: her mother’s sudden engagement to Dame’s father. Now, the man she slept with, her worst enemy, is about to become her stepbrother, and maybe the only man who truly sees her. Suddenly, she’s caught in a twisted web of forbidden attraction, hidden pasts, and a family merger that feels more like a trap. But can she trust him, or is she setting herself up for heartbreak? And just when she starts to question everything, a message on Dame’s phone reveals a truth she wasn’t ready for.

Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.” ~ After her father is framed for a crime he didn’t commit, Selena receives an anonymous message from a stranger, offering her a way out. But on one condition— she must marry him. She agrees, desperate and determined to get revenge against the Devereuxs. But unknown to Selena, her new husband is Dominic Devereux, the son of the man who framed her father. The plot thickens when Dominic's estranged brother returns offering Selena support and something more. Now trapped in a dangerous world and a marriage built on lies, Selena must navigate a web of seduction and betrayal with secrets that threaten to destroy them all. And just when she’s ready to choose… Dominic forgets her name.

My fiancé, Owen Lockhart, came from old money. He kept a canary in a gilded cage, spoiling her rotten. Just as I was about to break off the engagement with him, a barrage of comments suddenly popped up in my mind. [What did Owen do wrong? He just wanted to get your attention.] [Don't break up with him. All you need to do is shed a few tears, and he'll give you everything.] I turned my head, and through the window, I saw the canary in her high-end jewelry, smiling brightly as she hooked her arm around Owen's. He lazily lowered his eyes, yet his expression held a hint of indifference mixed with a subtle affection. I smiled bitterly, replying to the lawyer's message: [Go on with drafting the engagement annulment agreement.]

Myla has not had an easy life. The other Alphas call her the Alpha of death, the Monster Alpha, and the Bitter Alpha. She hates the male Alpha club, believing they are all playboy jerks. As lost wolves begin showing up asking for her protection, she runs into an Alpha who won't take no for an answer. Alpha Reiner swore an oath to wait for his mate after a fling ended in disaster. He comes across Alpha Myla by accident. Who is this mysterious Alpha he can't forget? Why won't she get out of his mind? When they meet, is it fate or will disaster destroy her world once more? When a mysterious note gives Myla a cryptic message, can they find out the truth or will it all come crashing down? Have their paths crossed before or is this a ploy by a madman hellbent on revenge?

Sixteen-year-old Ava never expected her future to show up in the form of a letter. When she discovers a mysterious envelope slipped under her bedroom door—written in handwriting that looks eerily like her own—she brushes it off as a cruel prank. But the message inside is impossible to ignore: Tomorrow, do not take the shortcut home. If you do, he will never wake up. The next day, Ava changes her routine. And in doing so, she prevents a tragedy that could have cost her best friend his life. More letters arrive, each warning her of choices she hasn’t made yet—choices that will unravel family secrets, test her friendships, and place her in the middle of a dangerous puzzle only she can solve. With every decision, Ava begins to wonder if the future she’s trying to protect is already written… or if she has the power to change it.

For our college graduation trip, I spent a whole week glued to various travel apps, finally snagging a half-price couples' train package. I was just about to share the good news with my boyfriend and call it a night when his message came through. "Anna's going through a breakup. She needs to get away and clear her head. We're gonna use those tickets." "See if you can grab yourself another single ticket. It's not that much anyway - like five or six hundred bucks." For a moment, I was speechless. Before he received the scholarship my dad’s pack had specifically established for him, five or six hundred dollars used to be his entire monthly allowance. After a moment of silence, I picked up my phone: “Dad, prepare a private jet for me. I want to take a trip alone before graduation.”

When I started college, my new roommate secretly used my phone to take a selfie. She sent it to the guy I was in an online relationship with and added the caption: [Baby, do you think I'm beautiful?] My boyfriend replied with a giant question mark, followed by a voice message full of curses. "Just thinking about dating someone with that face makes me want to puke!" "Let's break up, you ugly freak. Stay far away from me!" By the time I got out of the shower and tried to explain, I realized he had already blocked me. My roommate, holding her own phone, smugly told me, "The streamer I've had my eye on just added me. He says he wants to start an online relationship." When I looked at the account, I saw it was none other than my ex-boyfriend.

While presiding over a transnational meeting, I received a distressing call from my daughter's kindergarten teacher. "Mrs. Payton, a kid drew a massive clown on Anna's face during nap time! No matter how much I try to wash it off, it won't come off!" I immediately rushed to the kindergarten. My daughter, Anna Payton, was sobbing at the door. Her usually fair and tender face was now red and swollen. The clown drawing on it was particularly eye-catching. The new teacher was so panicked that she was crying herself, her voice trembling. "The parent of the other child is in the office. They said they're willing to compensate any amount, but... But there's no way you can make their son apologize." My anger surged as I kicked open the office door. However, I instantly froze in place. In the office, my husband, Arlo Payton, who was supposed to be in Swizor for a year of intensive studies, was holding up the bully. The next second, the little boy in his arms pointed at Anna and laughed. "Look, Dad. Clownface is here!"