“Leave this alone'! If you do not Evil will come for you!" Time's would be tough for fourteen year old Bridgit Monroe who is only five foot even with long black hair and green eyes and smooth skin and tanned but then they always were. It seemed born into a legacy of old ancient beliefs from her father's side, whom died when she was only eight year's old from a car accident while on a business trip to London. He always seemed to share all he knew of his family heritage with her, which was shrouded in Pagan culture but Bridgit's mother never did approve. Prologue All the spirits in the world could not convince Mrs. Ann Monroe, who was strict, upstanding and proper and would not hear of such silliness about the paranormal world. To her it was anything but normal and not to be tampered with, her rules were her rules, and she made sure that Bridgit new that. Born and raised in Salem Massachusetts, in a nice 3-bedroom manor, one of the oldest in Salem, all stone and wood on Charter Street. Bridgit would no doubt be exposed to the world of witches and spirit's and she knew her mother did not approve but Ann would be sure to keep her from anything religious other than church and Bridgit knew secrecy was the best policy. The only other person that knew Bridgit's secret was Abigail Bishop, at fourteen year's old herself and five foot four with blonde hair, blue eyes and a few freckles, being a mild mannered girl and Bridgit's best friend. Abigail lived right next door to her in an old Victorian style manor house made of brick. Abby lives’ with her mother (Carol) and father (Miles). Abigail was an only child as well and that made for a lot of good fun for the two girl's because they would sneak out late at night to visit The Old Burying Point which is the oldest cemetery in Salem erected in sixteen thirty two. This is where they would go and try to contact spirits of the dead. Bridgit was mischievous but daring and a little reckless and loved to wear the things that reflected how she was, black nail polish, black lipstick, black clothing. The only problem here was she could only wear these things at Abigail's house when she would spend the night and her mother wouldn't know. Bridgit's room was just as she wanted it, everything black from her bed to her curtains, she even had a black apple computer complete with bookcases. Now the inside of the Monroe house was more modern having been remodeled before they moved in, having bright colored furniture, carpeting in every room except the kitchen and bathroom's complete with bay window's. Nothing less would do for Mrs. Monroe, the yard out front was just as big as the back, sitting on sixty acres with a long winding driveway with rose bushes leading up to the front door and lady Gloria statues flanking the door's, the back yard having a big pond and an old barn that's been there for god knows how long and Ann thinks it is an eyesore and was where Bridgit would spend time alone when she was not at Abigail’s. Now Abigail's house was more original, more antique and everything Bridgit loved having, antique furniture and old rug's that were imported from Asia covering some of the hardwood flooring. Abigail's room was what Bridgit loved the most, original dark hardwood flooring, black drapes, black furniture and paranormal portraits hanging on the walls of the room with candles of every color it seemed. Maybe that's why Bridgit liked it there so much, Abigail's front yard was as big as Bridgit's lined with tall boxed shrub's that led to the front door on an old cobblestone drive that ran into the walk way and three trees that stood out in the middle of the yard, in the back of the manor there was a pool that was built into the ground and a hot tub with a patio, a grill and chairs with some other yard toy's that's been there since Abigail was younger. Abigail was daring, as well and mild but she was faithful and a follower so she would pretty much do what Bridgit wanted to do.

Before I was discarded for the final time on the doorstep of this place, I had been treated as a hand me down. A pushover that no one wanted and needed to get rid of, but I was happier then. The rules were never as strict, the punishments nowhere near as brutal, and no unkind word was ever spoken to me above a whisper. Things changed after I felt the cane for the first time. Spare the rod and spoil the child extends far greater than anyone can know inside the walls of Our Lady of Heavenly Hope-a place where no such thing exists, and if it does, it died inside of me such a long time ago that I can't remember what it feels like. The halls have gone silent lately and I like it best this way. I'll learn to be kind again and I'll bestow it on the person that needs it the most. And in the end, everything will be okay.

Who has co-opted the American Dream? It may not be who you think ... and he's been manipulating us for centuries. Lord Nefarious reveals his Master's plan to destroy America. He presents historical facts that prove the conspiracy has been in place for centuries ... and is coming to completion ...

Warning: What you're about to read is not a romance . . . Diabolical Wall Street traders, Dane Russ and Val Montgomery, vaulted into fame and fortune as the power duo of financial technology. But after they lost the internet trading company they built from the ground up to ruthless Geraldo Valencia, they had to tuck tail and run to a Midwestern firm. Dane deals with the boredom by leaning into his playboy ways. Meanwhile Val plays the role of a scrupulous mentor, while secretly playing mind games with everyone at the office. When Geraldo's daughter shows up as an intern in Val's summer training program, Val sees the perfect opportunity for her longed-for revenge--she'll teach the girl nefarious business practices and send her home ethically compromised. But Dane's not interested because he's stumbled across his own opportunity for vengeance--a chance to seduce Noelle, the new CEO, and the woman who spurned him years ago. As Val and Dane play cat-and-mouse with everyone else, their long-simmering history of unresolved romantic injuries with one another begins to burn beyond their control. While Dane doesn't notice that a jealous Val has set him on a path to ruin Noelle, Val's blind to the traps Dane has laid to bring her down. Although they're adept at using everyone around them like chess pieces, their interpersonal game has no rules and can only end with their mutual destruction. If they don't agree to a cease fire, Val's reputation will be destroyed and Dane will lose his heart before he even realizes he's risked it.

A boy and a girl met one night and fell in love. One was broken and delicate. The other was callous and violent. They hid their true selves from each other until it was no longer possible. They both know that people are cruel. They see what's on the outside and never care to look past the surface. Secrets are kept close within, and while some are never shared, others come to light bringing to bear the starkest truths. And this? This is the story of how the delicate girl and the violent boy began their love affair.

Enigmatarium is story founded on light and darkness. It begins with Jack, a young man who is the victim of a magic beyond his imagining. This magic has come to be known as the Jester Spell. It is a spell that transforms its victim into a deformed marionette. This is but the first knife to cut away a shroud covering his entire world. As time passes for him and as new characters come into his life, he begins to realize that truth becomes the only pursuit in a world that continually changes, a place where evil becomes good, enemy becomes friend and each new lie creates a seemingly endless prison of twists and turns. Together with some unlikely friends, they all strive to unravel the secrets of the Enigmatarium. But some secrets, they learn, are far more terrifying than anything they could ever fathom. And just when they think they may have figured it out, tragedy finds a way into their hearts. The Enigmatarium is a place where reality and fantasy combine with no clear boundaries, where time spans centuries, where magic and death go hand in hand with life and loss. And just as one world must endure its Onyx ruler, another world is simultaneously being governed by one of Pearl. Take the journey, play the game, trust no one and enter the Enigmatarium. It is waiting to welcome you to your fantasy.