📮 From Yesterday to Always by Madilyn DeRose (.ePUB)

I'm a self-published author with two ongoing series: 'Malefic Bloodlines' and 'From Yesterday to Always.' I was born in Portland, OR and I will unashamedly claim that the PNW is the best place to be. Catch me with an iced coffee in hand, even in the rain and snow. My two dogs, Schmidt and Winston, are my life, even if they are arguably more toxic than my book characters. I have a psych and criminal justice degree; I am passionate about expanding awareness and drawing attention to people of different abilities. My books will often feature LGBTQ characters, non monogamous relationships, characters with varying degrees of mental illness, and some difficult topics. I do my best to make these accurate, but they may also be dramatized for the sake of writing fiction. My main genres are romance and fantasy. Some of my content is adult only, but I do write less mature content, so make sure to check the genres. I hope you enjoy my books and leave me a review with your honest opinion!

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Faded Pages (#1)

Faded Pages (#1) If someone ever needed a picture to conceptualize the term 'emotionally volatile', I'd be the one screaming, "I volunteer as tribute." I was a mess, I couldn't keep a 'real job', and I was prone to angry outbursts at the slightest provocation. TLDR; I was problematic. Toxic, if you believed every one of my exes. If we were looking at the whole picture, I was not a catch. Men didn't want someone difficult like me. They didn't have the patience or the will and I didn't blame them. A boring relationship with a guy that tolerated me was the best I could hope for. That was exactly who I'd been with for the past two years; a boyfriend that was kind of an asshole and barely acknowledged my existence. Then... he showed up. Two years and an ocean had separated us, but now he was back and it seemed like he was on a mission to pull me back into his orbit. Not happening. None for me, thanks. Okay, maybe a bite. Just one, though. I swear.

Sentence Redacted (#2)

Sentence Redacted (#2) Sometimes to understand the story, you have to go back to the beginning. Read between the lines. Evaluate all of the pieces to see how they fit together. Instead of standing my ground when I came face to face with my own version of the devil two months ago, I ran away. Healthy? No. Effective? Temporarily. Facing my past was a battle I had no interest in fighting, but it was stupid to think it'd come to anything else. I took what I wanted, claimed the love that I'd finally let myself believe I deserved. I forgot that things don't work out for people like me. We don't get the boy and the house and the good life. We're the scraps. The leftovers that someone else already chewed up and spat on the sidewalk. Jaden did that. He really did a number on me; he managed to top all the other trauma I'd endured in my life. Now he was here, living in the love of my life's house. Breathing the same air, in the same city, looking at the same moon I did every night. So yes, I ran, but I couldn't stay gone forever. Alright, Portland. What new horrors do you have for me this time around?

Blurred Lines (#3)

Blurred Lines (#3) Em, Alden, and Kade have spent the last six months in Switzerland, navigating their relationship together. After seemingly endless twists and turns, it feels like things will finally work out for them. Now that they’re home, there's just one thing they can't forget, no matter how much they'd like to. Jaden is a looming threat, even though he's been silent ever since Halloween. They're not naïve enough to think he'd give up on Em, but all they can do is wait for him to make his next move. The situation is taking its toll on all of them. Em's state of mind is trending downward, Kade's mysterious past is threatening to drown him, and Alden feels responsible for holding all of them together. When Em receives a mysterious gift, she starts a game that was set up just for her. She could never say no to a good old-fashioned puzzle. What happens when she reaches the finish line, though? Sometimes things aren't always what they seem, but does it change anything in the end?

Muted Verse (#4)

Muted Verse (#4) Carl Jung once said, "Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you." It was funnier when you sat in a chair across from those who deemed themselves 'crazy' everyday. All the while, there were demons dancing around in the back of your skull, screaming at you, reminding you that you weren't really worthy of telling them how to deal with their problems. Sure, I possessed the means to help them in all the ways science had determined I could, but for the past six months, my past had been trying to catch up with me and all I'd been doing was avoiding it. Emilia Clare and her partners were proof enough that the running route didn't work, yet they themselves were part of my problem. One persistent bastard might actually have a chance at tearing down my carefully constructed walls, but I didn't want what his life offered, nor did I have any desire to face what lay beyond those walls. My sister and my dads were hovering on the outskirts of my sanity, only driving me closer to the edge. In my profession, there was no shortage of stress and trauma. Those I could handle. It was the problems that were closer to home that were the actual threat, lying dormant for so long, I'd almost forgotten they existed at all. Almost. You never forgot the things that shaped you. Hurt you. Split you in two. After all, they were called 'formative years' for a reason.

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