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Kailey Fields offers readers fresh and very human fiction stories that are unique, yet relatable.


The seeds of her self-doubt had been sown in her early years. She'd been relentlessly bullied in school for being different, for her passion for gaming, which had been dismissed as a “boy thing.” That hurt had left deep scars. Creating Lemonade had been a shield, a way to deflect the negativity she faced in the real world. It was a safe space where she could be celebrated for her skills, her wit, and her personality, instead of facing ridicule.

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The seeds of her self-doubt had been sown in her early years. She'd been relentlessly bullied in school for being different, for her passion for gaming, which had been dismissed as a “boy thing.” That hurt had left deep scars. Creating Lemonade had been a shield, a way to deflect the negativity she faced in the real world. It was a safe space where she could be celebrated for her skills, her wit, and her personality, instead of facing ridicule.


The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Each step crunched on the forest floor, a sound amplified in the suffocating silence of the Blackwood Forest. My breath hitched in my throat, a thin plume of white mist disappearing into the inky blackness. The only light came from my lantern, a feeble spark against the overwhelming darkness that pressed in from all sides, swallowing the forest in its shadowy embrace. Above, the branches of ancient trees twisted like skeletal fingers, their gnarled silhouettes scratching at the moonless sky.

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The darkness claimed me, swallowing me whole. But in death, a twisted metamorphosis occurred. The venom of betrayal, the searing agony of death, transformed into a cold, unrelenting fire. I became a specter, an instrument of vengeance. The chilling weight of my decomposing body became a burden that fueled my relentless pursuit.

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Grandma Elara's tales filled the quiet evenings at her house. The aroma of woodsmoke and simmering herbs hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of old books and the comforting warmth of her presence. Her cozy old house seemed to hum with a gentle energy, a place where ancient stories and timeless secrets intertwined. The antique furniture, each piece telling a story of its own, seemed to come alive as she spun her tales, the very atmosphere of the house adding to the mystique of the Ceasg and its watery realm.

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Cerelia, a museum employee with a penchant for the obscure and a healthy dose of skepticism tempered by an insatiable curiosity, had been cleaning the newly acquired collection of ancient artifacts. She was meticulous, and painstaking in her work, a sharp contrast to the hurried pace of the city outside the museum walls. She liked the quiet solitude of the museum, a world apart from the noisy urban jungle. She found solace in the relics of the past, each object whispering a story of bygone eras.

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Aislinn felt it too, a growing sense of unease, not just from the tales of a missing Prince, but from the visions teased by the necklace. The shadowed figure, the one with piercing eyes and a cruel smile,haunted her dreams and even invaded her waking moments. He was connected to the necklace, a palpable sense of threat radiating from the glowing pendant. The prince's fate, she now realized, was entwined with her own. And somewhere, a darkness waited, a darkness that the necklace seemed both to warn her about and guide her towards. The quiet village of Oakhaven, with its familiar rhythms and predictable patterns, could no longer contain her. 



The seeds of her self-doubt had been sown in her early years. She'd been relentlessly bullied in school for being different, for her passion for gaming, which had been dismissed as a “boy thing.” That hurt had left deep scars. Creating Lemonade had been a shield, a way to deflect the negativity she faced in the real world. It was a safe space where she could be celebrated for her skills, her wit, and her personality, instead of facing ridicule.

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She traced the lines on her palm, searching for a familiar scar, a birthmark, anything to tether herself to a stable identity. Nothing. Even her own body felt slightly different, as if her reflection in the warped mirror across the room was an imposter. The subtle variations – the way her hair fell, a new freckle on her cheek, the faintest shift in her eyes – were enough to unsettle her further. It was as if she was perpetually teetering on the edge of a precipice, the ground constantly shifting beneath her feet.

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Erebus's anger issues were taking over his life. Lack of sleep, a stressful job, deadlines- everything was getting to him. It all started a year ago, when he lost his mom. His mom, Nicole, died of a heart attack, and he blamed himself. If he had made it in time, found her sooner, that might have changed the outcome. She was laying in the kitchen, making a birthday cake for him, and it killed her. She was stressing out about his birthday and him having a cake. If she wasn’t always stressing over him, maybe she would have made it.

He started pacing his office, just thinking about it, and he started banging his desk. He was upsetting his coworkers. His boss, John, told the branch manager about his actions, and they told him to take some time off. His job offered therapy sessions, which he took. They told him to do some breathing exercises and to do some physical activities. Erebus was positively embracing his darkness; he wanted to control the monster he was becoming by trying to tame it and using its power for good. Sometimes, the monster inside him would overpower him. It would laugh at him, try to manipulate him, and do its very best to make him feel weak. He would show that monster inside him that he isn’t weak and that it doesn’t control him. His underdeveloped coping skills and past trauma were making the monster develop stronger.

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About Jamie Knell.        (a.k.a. Kailey Fields)

Jamie Knell writes romance with heart, heat, and hope.

A thirty-something widow and mother of two, Jamie’s life has been shaped by love and loss—and it’s those raw, powerful experiences that inspire every story she tells. Between work, parenting, and late-night writing sessions, she carves out space to create characters who fall hard, fight for each other, and find love in the most unexpected places.

Her romances are emotional, honest, and deeply human—because she knows love isn’t always easy, but it’s always worth it.

Jamie writes not just to tell stories, but to build something real for her family. Every book is a piece of her dream: to turn words into a second chance.

If you believe in strong heroines, swoon-worthy heroes, and love that heals as much as it burns—welcome. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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