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The Afterlife Academy: Valkyrie (ongoing)

The Afterlife Academy specialises in teaching paranormals how to help human souls pass onto the next phase, whether that’s by guiding them gently, preparing them for rebirth, or cutting them loose with a scythe. Part of becoming a Valkyrie includes learning how to: – Open 

NEW RELEASE: The Vampire Detective

    Fangs For Nothing: The Vampire Detective 1 Some would say there are no real uses for vampires left in this world. Children aren’t frightened by them, they won’t open cans with their teeth, and coffins have gone out of style. But some circles, particularly, 

No ghostwriters behind Arizona Tape (Sprinkles)

There’s been a whole lot of uproar in the book community about plagiarising, ghostwriters, lawsuits and all that stuff.

I know, I know, I’m late to the party, but I wanted to make one post about it and that’ll be it.

I’m a storyteller and writer at heart. I have metaphorical ink in my veins and carry the seeds of my stories in my head. Every book I write has a part of my soul in it. Every book with my name on is written by me. Except for co-written projects, which are only written half by me and half by the other author I’m working with.

I don’t use ghostwriters because, for me, the best part of being an author is: being a writer.

I come up with characters while riding the bus, I flesh out plots while brushing my teeth. I sit down in front of my laptop for the best part of the day to turn the figments of my imagination into books.

I’m a writer first, author second. I’m not in this business because I think there’s a lot of cash in it. I’m doing what I do because writing is my passion and I want to have a life that celebrates that.

Every book that you buy from me, affects my life directly. It pays my bills, it keeps me from living under a bridge, and it funds my next books.

As a reader, you have the power to support hardworking authors by reviewing their books, by buying them, and by not supporting pirate websites or plagiarising thieves.

If you love books, love the people who make them.

0.99 discount on the Love Pill

🌈🌈Looking for a taste of the rainbow at a steep discount? 🌈🌈 Don’t miss my limited sale on my first book, The Love Pill! Spy Cara Hemlock uses the love pill to seduce her targets — but she never expected to fall for her newest mark: 

Not Today: Chapter 1

A lesbian romance BY ARIZONA TAPE I stared at the flyer in my hand and followed the laughing and dancing people down the street. It was surprisingly crowded for a regular Monday evening, but it didn’t feel like a different scene than the usual nights. 

Hello, world! (Introducing Sprinkles, the rainbow bat)

If you’ve been following the rainbow bat, you know it’s my personal bat signal for rainbow content. Now I’ve taken this a step further and I’m introducing, Sprinkles. This little rainbow bat will come attached with some of my more personal stories. Most of them will be related to my own lgbt experience, but I might venture out.

I haven’t decided those topics yet, but I’m open to suggestions so if there’s something specific you’d like me to talk about: ask away!

For now, a little list of things about me 🙂

– My favourite colour is red.

– I identify as bi and I’m currently in a relationship with a girl.

– I’ve recently moved to the UK. (And I’ll just say it now, wow, the Brits are weird.)

– My favourite food is Chinese (which to my ancestors is just called… food)

– I love making puns and wordplay. (Haha, surprise, I’m a writer!)

– I can play both the piano and the harp.

– I’ve been drawing my entire life. (Like: Sprinkles!)

– I have one sibling.

– Mr. Plant, my cactus, might be dead… (R.I.P.)

– I loathe, loathe, loathe doing the dishes.

– I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17 and in college.

I have loads more stories, but I’ll dive into those when I do topic-based blog posts. I have “coming out the closet” and “Depression and parties” planned, but I’d love to hear some suggestions!

– Ari

Are you living the Rainbow Life?

Are you living the rainbow life? Read these signs and see whether you relate! – All (or almost all) your friends are gay, bi, lesbian, trans, … and that’s also how you met them. – All (or almost all) the parties you go to are… rainbow 

The gold of 2018

2019. The first Harry Potter book was published over 21 years back. We’re closer to 2030 than 2000. We’ve lived with Facebook for 15 years now and have been swiping left on Tinder for almost 7 years. That first step on the moon? 50 years 

Grimm’s Dweller (SAMPLE)


Why do certain stories pass the test of time while others fade as soon as they’re written?

Many people before you have have wondered about that, especially storytellers. But maybe it’s time I let you in on a little secret. Maybe it’s finally time to tell my story. But for that, we have to go back. Back in time, I believe you call it.

Over the course of humanity, a lot of things have changed. Stories have been told and retold, over and over again. Not many of them are still accurately remembered today, but that doesn’t mean they were forgotten. Somewhere along the way, someone kept track of the tales for all of us… Dwellers. Like me. There isn’t a place I haven’t seen, not a stone I left unturned. But still, the first years of my life were meaningless and uneventful. I won’t bore you with the detail, I’ll take you to a much more interesting time.

To Will.

“It makes no sense,” I argued, staring into his dark eyes. Will brushed the curls from his forehead and dipped his pen back into the ink pot.

“Why not?” he muttered as he flicked the feathery end of his pen against his chin.

“Nobody wanted to try.”

“Why not?” he asked again, tilting his head.

I shook my head in amusement and pointed at the last words he wrote. “Nobody felt very compelled to try the donkey’s piss.”

“But it turned to wine? I mean, can’t they tell?”

“My apologies, but nobody thought it was that amazing.”

Will lets out a long sigh and scratched away more of his story. “You’re sure they didn’t appreciate it?”

“I’m afraid not,” I replied carefully, recalling the looks of disbelief and contempt on the villager’s faces as one of the brothers introduced his magic donkey. “What would your brother write?”

“Jacob?” Will scoffed as he threw his quill down on his wooden desk. “He’d probably make the donkey piss gold, that pompous twat.”

I chuckled as I watched the ideas lit up brain. He dipped his pen back into the dark ink and scribbled down more words. The metal tip screeched over the parchment and I could see the ideas and worlds swirl in his mind. It was a joy to watch him at work, a genuine pleasure to see the cogs turn in his brain. Yes, being around storytellers definitely made living worthwhile. And Will was one of a kind, even though he didn’t believe it.

“What do you think, Gris?” he asked, pushing the paper towards me. I stifled a grin and bent over his words. He kept forgetting I didn’t need to words to see his story. With one small touch, I could watch it unfold in his head as he penned it down. The perks of being a Dweller.

“I think it works, but I’ll have to get into the story to know for sure,” I added, eager to return to his tale.

“You’re able to make another trip?”

“If you want me to dive right in?”

“If you could?” His hopeful eyes beamed and I couldn’t resist. Jumping into their worlds was the best part of my life.

Will leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his exhausted face. “Thanks, Gris. I appreciate it.”

“I’ll see you in a moment,” I smiled. I placed a hand on his shoulder and closed my eyes. With a deep breath, I called upon the ancient magic swirling through my veins as I asked it to reveal the pathways to Will’s mind.

A cold chill swept through the room and the circular portal opened in front of me. I nodded at Will and he nodded back. I didn’t need his permission or consent to wander around in the fictional worlds he created, but I found it to be a bit more polite. Especially since I did consider him to be my friend.

I brought the hood of my cape up and brushed the frame of the portal. As always, the magic sizzled as I set foot in Will’s world. Just like when I met him, he still changed his world too much for the universes to be of solid form. But I didn’t mind, I liked walking around in the fickle parts of his imagination. Especially now that I had the chance to influence his stories. I quickly shook that thought out of my head. It didn’t belong there. We were not a folk of storytellers and we shouldn’t have the desire to be one. I didn’t want to be a storyteller. I didn’t want to be a storyteller. I was a Dweller.

A children’s rhyme from my childhood popped in my head and I shook it away. The teasing chants of my friends shouldn’t affect me still, but every now and then, they resurfaced.

Dweller, dweller, not a storyteller.

No, I couldn’t let old voices disturb new thoughts. I was working with Will now, and I was just doing my job. I was checking his universes and making sure nobody unwanted slipped in or out. I hovered my hand over the wooden door of the inn and paused. Just my job, right?


This is the end of the first chapter. Travel through the portal with Gris in the rest of the books and end up in Will Grimm’s fairytales.

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WOULD YOU SAY YES TO AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE? JJ wouldn’t. But arranged marriages are Earth Dragon custom and if there’s one they love, it’s tradition. Before JJ binds herself to an unknown spouse, she wants to meet Pete first, the dragon she met through her