Fleeing from her shameful past, Lauren Blue packs her bags and leaves for the city. Drawn by the promise of a clean slate, she begins her new life in the cliche role of a struggling artist working as a barista at the Bean There cafe. Here she meets Oliver: handsome, mysterious, and notoriously coveted. Though she has immersed herself in the fast-paced heart of the city, her old life isn't easily outrun. Soon enough she finds herself face to face with familiar demons-the only thing between them is the fragile glass of the cafe windows.
Like Glass We Break
He’s more than the man she sees. He’s a killer…
Scott Reid wakes up in someone else’s house, thinking he belongs there. He believes Cora—the girl he took on a date last night—wanted him to stay. But when he walks downstairs, Cora doesn’t seem to agree. Terrified, she struggles to break free of the ties binding her wrists, shivering on the cold basement floor. Scott is tired of feeling used by women. He fits on a pair of gloves. It’s time to stop being used…
Scott Reid is handsome and charming—Renae’s idea of the perfect guy…
A young, urban professional at an accounting firm, Renae becomes infatuated with Scott. Her love life leaves much to be desired, but winning over Scott would certainly spice things up. There’s something mysterious about him. Something alluring. Except he seems more interested in her best friend, Sophie.
Who is the man behind the mask?
When Renae and Scott are sent on a business trip together, she’s determined to win him over. Infatuation turns to passion, and Scott proves to be the thrill she was hoping for. But when they return home, Renae stops hearing from Sophie. And when the police knock on her door, a more sinister motive to her friend’s disappearance is brought to light.
Is Scott Reid a charming coworker from accounting?
Or a serial killer stalking his next victim?
Actually, Don't Write a Book About Me....
This collection of random, hilarious treasures is loosely inspired, but certainly not based on, actual events in the Longwrench & Star household. If you are easily offended or have a weak stomach, this is probably not the book for you. Please remove your hat, sunglasses, and morals—and keep your arms and legs and anything else you have inside the ride at all times.
Reality Loses Color: a poetry collection
In your presence, reality loses color. Trying to match you, my love, is striving after the wind. In your absence, I lose all control, and my reason to breathe. The stars can't shine through all this rain. You took my heart with you when you washed your hands clean. We all have secrets. Some of us are numb in a way that can never be understood. The night is still young, when you flip through these pages, into my mind where reality loses color.