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*Sequel to "The Day(s) I Died," which must be read before this book.*Vivian Travers has died and returned to life multiple times, but she truly believed her twelfth death would be her last. Instead, she woke up in a coffin to find that her pseudo-family had left her behind, with no indication of where they'd gone. Now, Vivian must answer a question she never thought she would face as she tries to find her family: What would you do for those you love? Vivian learns the answer, but the cost may be higher than even she is willing to pay. ***TW: Please be aware that this story contains both mature language and the topics of abuse, suicide, torture, and death***…

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"My name's Elijah, by the way. It's nice to meet you, window-girl." She liked that name: Elijah."I doubt you're even listening, but, look, I'm not here to cause problems, you know? I'm just here to chat. It can get lonely when we segregate ourselves into our own little world. I mean, maybe you like it in there," he continued, as she stared at the door separating them, "but, in case you don't, I'd like to offer my company." Instead of panicking, Liza could only focus on four words he'd said. 'Our own little world.'How had he known? She was in her own little world, consisting of her, her dog, the condo, and now, maybe . . .?Her voice was barely a croak when she spoke to him for the first time."I'm listening." *** A horribly tragedy left Liza Garner tucked inside her condo, the only safe place she knew, terrified of the outside world and the people within it. Especially men. A change in living brought Elijah Harris into a nice new neighborhood, and he'd never been afraid of knocking on others' doors and introducing himself. Especially if a pretty woman was on the other side. This is a story about mental health, the amazing impact certain individuals can have on one's personal journey, and how making progress-no matter how seemingly insignificant-is always impressive. ***PLEASE NOTE: Rated mature for language and detailed descriptions of gore. All rights reserved.…

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Mabel's boss dabbled in awfully questionable business for the owner of an herb store, and she never blinked when he had suspicious-looking visitors. On one particular Sunday, though, Mabel couldn't help but watch the man leaving Herman's office with a critical eye. It wasn't his impressive height, dark eyes, or shaggy hair that kept her curiosity piqued. Instead, it was the way the shadows seemed to collect around him, dancing under his feet as he walked and vanishing abruptly as soon as the door shut behind him. *****"Do not call me 'Death,' Little One." He reached a hand down to help her up, but Mabel swatted it away, standing on her own and scowling. "Don't call me 'Little One,' Death." She fired back, crossing her arms and straightening her back to look taller. "And, besides, you're the one who told me your name was Death, so what else am I supposed to call you?" The raspy growl that rolled from his throat didn't sound anything like a chuckle, but the slight smile on his face told her otherwise. "Aleron." ******He brings death to those deemed wicked, but sees her as an angel and vows that nothing will harm her under his watch.Highest Ranks: #1 in Littleone 8/7/2019#1 in Mystical 8/25/20; 9/2/20; 9/11/20; 6/13/21#1 in Mythical 9/25/20#1 in Devil 5/16/21#1 in Heaven 5/20/21#4 in Paranormal 8/25/20#1 in demon 8/7/22…

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"You're my favorite thing." He croaked. "You're all I have left . . . I don't know what I would do if you left me." ***A story built on coffee, awkward glances, dark pasts, too many puns, and one girl's uncanny ability to find trouble.Oh, and love. ***Beverly had always loved local coffee shops. When she stumbles upon Cynthia's, she enjoys a mocha and the adorable, awkward giant of a barista, who is covered in tattoos and would be terrifying, if not for the fact that he can hardly look her in the eye. As they grow closer, Beverly works to unravel his tricky past, whilst trying not to get involved in her roommate's suspicious antics and the sudden uprising of drugs and alcohol at her university.***Highest Rankings:#1 in Sweet 5/14/22 -- 5/18/22#5 in Chicklit 7/23/22#1 in shyboy 8/7/22…

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Vivian Travers's life is made of an endless cycle: Live, die, come back to life, move to a new city, and repeat. Unable to stay dead and possessing both a troubled past and a self-made promise to avoid making connections with anyone, Vivian is comfortable with her lifestyle and has no plans to change it. However, her routine is threatened in her newest city, when the neighbor across the hall greets Vivian with a tired smile, scared eyes, bruised skin, and a broken heart. Determined to help the younger women get away from her abusive boyfriend, Vivian discovers that staying unattached is extremely difficult, especially when the brother of her new-and only-friend makes an unexpected return. As she grows closer to the siblings, it becomes harder for Vivian to keep her secrets, especially when the abusive boyfriend won't leave them alone. She has never had a family before, but, now that she does, Vivian will not let anything harm them, even if doing so compromises her own safety. ***TW NOTE: Please be aware that this story contains both mature language and the topics of abuse, suicide, and death***…

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"Crap, sweetheart," Pat's voice was tinged with regret, even as he cupped her face with both hands and began to dust kisses on all the available skin he could find, "I didn't mean to make you cry."Helen sniffled, bringing her hands up to wrap her fingers around his wrists. "I don't think I'll ever deserve you," she confessed, "but I do love you." And how could she not? Pat was more than she could have ever hoped for in a partner. Pat's movements stilled, and he left his lips hovering just over her own. "We'll have to work on the first part of that statement," he mumbled. "The second part, however . . . well, I'm glad, sweetheart. I love you too."And she knew he truly did.***Helen is proud to be a journalist; she's prouder still to be the writer of her city's favorite advice column. She is not proud, however, of her troubled past, or the fact that she can't get in a car without having a panic attack. And then she meets Pat, who is both a trustworthy chauffeur and one of the sweetest men she's ever known. Between finding new love, healing old wounds, and worrying about a recent murder, how's an advice columnist to cope?***The rest of this story can be read for free on my website: ardewler.com (no account needed, since making accounts is bleh)…

ARDewler

Sequel to "The Struggles of Dating a Demon." Mabel knew dating a demonic guardian was hard and, in cases like hers, sometimes resulted in a brief loss of life. Nevertheless, she wouldn't trade her Aleron for anything, and, with both Hell and Earth saved from the most recent crisis, all is peaceful. That quickly changes when the newest ruler of Hell, Colby, decides that rules are really just suggestions, and his poor decisions begin to stir up trouble. Horrible nightmares, a disobedient Death, angry warlocks, suspicious repairmen, and best friends fighting leads to a whole new set of struggles for Mabel. How's a simple human to cope? Why, by putting her nose where it doesn't belong, of course. What could possibly go wrong? (Spoiler alert: A whole Hell of a lot, pun intended)***Highest Ranking: #3 in Mystical 9/2/20…

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In which Dale Spencer finally finds a roommate, but Esme Watts is not what he expected, what with her love of coffee, bright smile, and giant handbag. What's a guy to do, other than fall in love?***A short story, all rights reserved.…