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Phoebe is a dark romance writer who enjoys creating stories that devastate her readers while also leaving their hearts incredibly full. Though she tries to continuously keep her stories light, they somehow end up tragically dark. Her characters are sometimes deranged, yet badass, and of course, doused in trauma.
Since the dawn of time, humanity has struggled with one question: where do we go once we die?
Do we rot in the ground? Are our souls reborn? Do we awaken in another world?
The day Briar Wren Fenton dies, she finally learns the answer to that age-old question when she finds herself standing at Heaven’s gate. Relieved to have made it, Briar is determined to follow the Gods’ rules and pay off the penance for her sins so she may stay in Heaven indefinitely. But it’s not that simple. Not when she catches the attention of Lynx Harvey Cromwell, the Devil’s right hand and the only demon allowed to walk Heaven’s lands, tasked with condemning Angels who fail to complete their penance in time.
Unfortunately for Briar, Lynx has never forgotten the distinct color of her eyes; the same rich jade as the eyes of his sister’s murderer two hundred years ago. Filled with vengeance and something close to intrigue, he tricks the Angel into condemning herself. Now, forced to live out her existence in Hell, Briar slowly uncovers more truths about Lynx, the Devil, and the Holy Gods of Heaven, or rather, the Unholy Gods.
With all the pieces of the puzzle falling into place, the picture becomes clearer, driving Briar to join Lynx and the Devil in a war between worlds to end a reign of injustice.
TROPES:
Angel x Demon
Enemies to Lovers
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
He Falls First
Blood Play
Teasing, Torturous, and Toxic Encounters
TRIGGERS:
Anal Play
Blood Play
Castration
Death
Domestic Violence
Dub-Con
Gore
Memories of child loss
Mentions of family member’s cancer resulting in death
Mention of Murder
Mention of Suicide
Rape
Rough Sex
Sacrilege
Self-mutilation (abortion of a dead fetus) Torture (brief, but on page)
Violence (everywhere, even during sex)
She's a cloud of darkness and he's enamored. This WIP is a wild, smutty ride.
Tropes:
- Obsessive MMC
- Grumpy FMC
- C^m stuffing
- Roommates
- Forced Engagement
- BC Tampering
- Heavy Br33ding K!nk
- Mental Illness
- Upset her and D!3
The war is over, the rightful God of Life has ascended, and now Lynx and Briar are facing the aftermath. Stay tuned to find out what the universe has in store.
Ashton Crawford lands a chance to prove herself to the Chief Editor of Musical Genius, LLC when the Company announces their newest project - the Musical Genius Tours.
Always choosing morals over risk, her boss is hesitant to hand over an assignment with one of the most famous pop artists in the world and instead she finds herself touring with a band she’s never heard of; Night’s Deadly Deeds.
Now stuck on a tour bus for six months and documenting the band’s life on the road, Ashton quickly becomes very familiar with what it means to take more risks. Especially, when the lead singer Khaos despises her the moment they meet.
Forced to get to know one another, they slowly uncover each other’s past. From heartbreak and loss to depraved secrets and a hidden identity, Ash and Khaos navigate a tremulous journey.
Will the couple make it through Khaos’ lies or will the demons of his past tear them apart?
Doesn’t Count is a dark romance with a happily-ever-after. As a writer, my goal will always be to take my readers on a journey through the eyes of my characters.
Please do not read this book if any of the triggers mentioned offend you or affect your mental health.
If you are comfortable with these things, by all means read at your own risk.
If you like these things, then happy reading… and get some help 😜
“Have you really never kissed a guy?”
I shake my head, my limbs numb. His fist tightens in the fabric of my dress like he expects I’ll push him away again.
“Not one?” He whispers in my ear.
“Only one, but I don’t count it.” I admit.
“Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t a kiss. It was the big red button that says do not push and someone was dumb enough to push it, detonating a bomb that left my life in shambles.”
Khaos’ brows dip in contemplation, trying to decipher my analogy. It’s not that I didn’t want the kiss to count, it’s that if I let it, then the small, tedious steps I’ve taken to rebuild my glass heart will shatter into a million pieces and I’ll be left devastated. He doesn’t need to know that my lips are the kiss of death.
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