Sorry for long waits, but I've been very busy year round, cos I'm a crazy person who does everything last minute and doesn't get enough sleep ;)

Feel free to message me anytime you would like, I reply rather fast since everything is hooked up to my phone (thank you technology). If you can't tell by scrolling down, I am a Star Trek fan, I wouldn't consider myself a Trekkie because that'd mean I'm obsessed, but my family says otherwise. Just an FYI, sometimes there are sneak peeks if you want to check them out, and FYI that isn't always the case. Don't be afraid to pm me, I don't bite, I promise.

(Overtime some books may be cancelled due to loss in interest, or faulty storyline or just plainly because I dislike where it's going, if you would like me to work on a very particular book, then just message me, and I have been working on making my books more like a story than a script.)

~P.S. I wrote that sentence above over a year ago, hopefully I have gotten better~

NEW BOOK RELEASE: BREAKING OF A STALLION

With practiced ease, he positions himself in front of Jim, adjusting the kid’s hand to feel his chest. Then, grabbing his head, he pushes their foreheads together, closing his eyes.

“Jim, its okay, breathe with me okay?”

Jim’s nodding against him, his body still shaking.

“Okay, in.”

He sucks in a breath, and Jim tries to copy him, ultimately failing and starting to choke.

“Hey, hey, breathe in.” Leonard instructs again, and this time Jim’s successful, though he releases too quickly for his liking.

But after several attempts, his breathing begins to even out, and his body slowly starts to sag more heavily into his own. The kid’s completely broken, drained of all energy as he leans against Leonard.

“That’s it kid, you’re alright.”

He doesn’t expect Jim’s desperate sob. He can’t even begin to fathom what is disturbing the younger man, let alone figure out what is driving him to cry openly into his receiving arms.

NEW BOOK RELEASE: MAN'S BEST FRIEND

With each passing day aboard the Enterprise, Leonard McCoy becomes less and less surprised at the crazy shit Jim Kirk manages to pull out of his ass, and unfortunately literally (no need to go into detail on how a metal rod ended up in the captain’s ass on Theta VII, let's just say the medical report was an interesting one at that). But in most cases, particularly the recent cases, in their recovery after Krall, their missions have gone haywire. Leonard assumed that their bad spell of luck is simply due from people learning to cope with the trauma of Krall's attack, but it's been eight months since then and their bad spell is still continuing at full force.

LIVE STORY: "I'LL BE GOOD"

Jim nods his thanks and as he turns to go sit down, a certain bastard notices the glint of his golden hair and recognizes him from across the room, “Kirk?”

The blond noticeably jumps and swivels around to face the man who said his name, but he’s not surprised when he sees it’s that bones guy. Something about a wife taking the whole planet in the divorce. Yeah, that guy.

“Bones right?” Jim alleges as he takes a seat beside the southern man.

Though the brunette huffs and scowls at him, “The name’s Leonard.” Jim just smiles and laughs lightly, “Ahh, close enough.”

“Hardly.” McCoy grumbles and continues to smooth out his uniform, he as well wearing the red, “You owe me.” Jim comments after a moment of silence.

McCoy gives him an incredulous look, “For what?”

The blond shakes his head disgustedly, “You threw up on me!”

Now it’s the southern man’s turn to laugh, “I warned you. Plus you drank down my whole damn flask you asshole.”

“Oh hardly, it tasted like shit anyways.” Jim retaliates, not meeting the man’s eyes as they shoot daggers at his skull, “Ungrateful bastard.” McCoy mutters under his breath, causing the blond to sigh dramatically, “Here, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take us to a real bar where you can buy us the good stuff.”

McCoy’s eyes narrow at him and suddenly he feels exposed and slightly guilty for somehow agitating the southerner beside him, “Look kid, I don’t know what game you’re playing at, but there’s no way in hell I’m buying you a drink.”

One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark nights
rest.
All their thoughts...
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!

Closing in all around me
a fear I cant describe.
All shaky and confused
I think I'm going to die.

Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone's attempts.
When all they try is to help me
I cant make sense of this.

My heart hurts
my head hurts.
And crying about it
only makes it worse.

Nobody can ever
truly understand.
And unless you've went through it
you wouldn't stand a chance.

It's just anxiety
another day of black.
You must think that I'm crazy
it's just another panic attack.

Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone
A world where chaos and hate overtake
Every bit of happiness that may try to escape

Laughter and smiles never seem to last
Because I am haunted by memories of my past
Running the distance with nowhere to go
These are the days of my life, a Broadway show

Screaming for help, does anyone hear
The demons of death are coming so near
Echoes in my head tormenting me all day long
Breaking the woman who was once very strong

What does serenity mean anyway
Is it the swag in my step or just the words I say
Deep rooted evil no time for a soul mate
Wondering why joy is always a day late

Suicide is the easy answer many times I've tried
Happiness seems to be the tears I have cried
Unable to distinguish what's real from what's fiction
Hope is an illusion, an optimist's prediction

What will it take to get me right
A visit from the devil on a lonely night
Angels prepare to battle and take a stand
To remind me of their holy land

When I want to give up, they push for me to be strong
In my head I hear their harmonious song
A tranquil state I now find myself
Dealing with the hand in which I was dealt

Good vs evil, what does it really mean
Am I dirty when I appear to be clean
Life is an illusion a constant mind trick on me
Who knows what my fate will be

Heaven and hell are both fair game
Will I succumb to peace or fall down in shame
Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone

I know you may not think so
But I'm trying really hard
I don't do it on purpose
I did not pick this card

I'm trying my very best
To get this hurtle jumped
But no one else is there
To help me out of this slump

I don't know what you want from me
Give me a hint or clue
Please give me a sign
I don't know what to do

If you only knew
How much I struggle in this war
Maybe you would be there
To pick me up off the floor

Its time to stop pretending
Time to open up your eyes
To give me a hand
Instead of looks and sighs

Its not that I don't love you
And its not that I don't care
The fact is I need help too
I need somebody there

I didn't write those poems, I wish I could.

If you've read this far thank you and enjoy whatever day you are currently living. This life is too short to live in pain. Peace out. Live Long and Prosper my friends.