What's left when perfection is gone? Perfection slipped through Caroline Spencer's fingers. One moment she had it all, and then it was gone. All she has left are her memories, her pain, and her close friends. And Mason Ryan was not part of her plan--wasn't even on her radar. After all, he was her husband's best friend. But now that her husband is gone, he's the only person who understands her, feels what she feels, and knows her inside and out. Together, they try to rearrange the shattered pieces of their pain. Sharing their grief pulls them closer together--closer than either of them want to admit and Mason won't allow himself to fall for his best friend's widow. Ultimately, he's holding the one secret that will destroy Caroline--a secret he cannot even bear himself. Will they find a way to refresh their lives when the pain of the past won't dissolve?

    Although, I was a master at concealing mine. But part of hiding was deception, and I’d become a veritable Pinocchio.  He was like two different people—Eli and Dr. Paxton. While I knew the latter would turn out to be an incredible teacher, the idea of Eli being more threw me for a loop. I couldn’t separate the two, and it seemed vastly inappropriate and strangely alluring.  The practical side of me needed to win the war inside my mind. I had to please the teacher, not the man. But once I'd cross that line, there was no turning back. For either of us.

    She is almost finished with college, has a steady boyfriend and her own apartment. It isn’t until she stumbles into her new next-door-neighbor that her comfortable world is turned on its side. She has more than homework to worry about now. Liam Downs is tattooed, tall, sexy and a smooth talker. He had wanted Sarah ever since she stumbled over his dog outside his new apartment complex. Having her was something he had to have.Until he met her again as a student in his new Survey of Civ class.

    You’re gorgeous, forbidden, and the man of my dreams, but the only D you can give out is a letter grade. I don't have an apple for teacher. Instead, I'll give you my cherry. A girl can dream, right? I wish you wouldn’t make me hate you when all I want to do is make love to you. Sincerely, Your Frustrated Student That’s what my know-it-all student wrote to me in a note, thinking I’d never find it. And I wish I hadn’t because I want her, too. I’ve been lost in lust with Blair since the day the copper-haired bombshell sauntered into my lab, took a seat in the front, and nibbled on the tip of her pen with that delicious, full pout as our eyes locked. I won’t teach her how to please men—I’ll teach her how to make love. Blair is mine until our arrangement ends. But not only is she untouched and my student; she’s my best friend’s younger sister. And our forbidden fling is fast approaching a forbidden romance. A hundred reasons to stay away, but only one to stay with her. I’m falling in love.

    I may look normal. I may act normal. But I am not normal, not in the head at least. Wait, that sounds bad. When I started kindergarten, I was able to pick out all 50 states on a map. By first grade, I knew all of the names of all of the students and teachers in my entire school. My dad and I always watched football on TV together. When I turned seven, he took me to my first Miami Dolphins game. I started calling the plays even before they were made. And by the time I was 10, I could tell you what happened on any day of my life without thought. I had total recall, no hesitation, no conscious thought. I’m not autistic. I’m not a savant or a genius. It’s more than a case of photographic memory. In fact, I don’t memorize anything. I have Hyperthymesia. Plain and simple: If I live it, hear it, or see it – I remember it. No exceptions.PikeI knew at a very young age that I wanted to be a cop. Not just any cop, but a detective. Chasing bad guys and taking down mobsters. But like my good buddy, Mick, says, “You can’t always get want you want.” So instead of arresting criminals and keeping the streets safe, I am dancing in a dingy club, making a living shaking my ass and pulling dollar bills out of my crack. Not the life I grew up wanting to lead. Not what I expected or hoped for myself. But maybe if I wait it out. If I hang tight, it will all be worth it in the end. I will get what I came for and move on. I will earn my future and pave my own way. What is that he says? “If you try sometimes…you get what you need.” From your lips to God’s ears, Mick.

    She’s made a promise to herself: don’t let anyone in, and don’t let anyone love her. She’s learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she’s focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road—her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all—everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can’t let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless facade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she’s focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.

    But dudes. And without all the dying. ChadBeing VP of Sigma Beta Psi is wild. I get all the benefits of being in charge with hardly any of the responsibility. Parties, pranks, and frat politics—college life has never been sweeter. Until I meet Bailey Prince.He has the face of a goddamn angel. I don’t know where he came from or why I’m so obsessed. But I do know he’s a Kappa. And our houses have a rivalry that’s written into legend.BaileyAt Rho Kappa Tau, I’m a legacy. It’s a lot of pressure, but I’ve always been responsible, never had that rebellious need to rock the boat, and I like it that way. But after a party at Sigma—the jock frat—I meet Chad Doomsen, and for the first time in my life I want to step outside my square. Our houses have always had a rivalry, but some of the guys seem to hate Chad specifically, and I don’t know why.He’s surprisingly sweet and kind. At least to me.I need to stay away. A relationship with Chad would be betraying the very legacy that brought me here.But I can’t help myself. And it seems, neither can he.

    It started with a crush.The best stories always do.Our story sounds predictable, short-lived, and destined for failure.Lincoln Beckett is the star wide receiver at Brighton University--smart, funny, and like many would guess,heartbreak shines in his dark eyes and is etched across his jaw.He's popular,a guaranteed draft pick,and worst of all: my brother's best friend.I tried not to like him.I have an entire list of reasons, reasons that have become my rules for dating.Rules that Lincoln continues bending.

    That's all I am to people in this town. They're always waiting for me to mess up--prove them right. But I'm happy to keep to myself and mind my own business to survive my senior year at Wyachet High. Then one rainy Monday morning I meet the dirty blond in glasses. A confusing first encounter turns awkward, but it's short-lived since James Warner has a way of setting me at ease. Mr. Warner, I should say. Teach. A fumbling nerd with a tendency to slip Milton and Shakespeare into conversation, he's a peculiar mix of charm, wit, vulnerability, and protectiveness. Curiosity leads to intrigue, which leads to...I don't even know anymore. Not a day in class goes by where I don't catch myself admiring the way he fills out one of his tight button-downs...hoping I'll catch his gaze at just the right moment... wondering if he bites his lip after a bad joke just to drive me out of my g*ddamn mind. I've never been like this over a guy...and he's never been into guys at all. What am I doing crushing on my straight teacher? And why is it that, the more time we spend together, the more I feel like something between us is changing? No, it isn't possible, and even if it were, he has too much to lose. It's trouble with a capital T. We could never cross that line. We won't. We can't. We shouldn't. But if only we could... The backstories for the characters include mentions of past trauma that might act as triggers for some. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which will be viewable on release day by clicking on the "Look Inside" preview or by downloading the sample. These triggers contain spoilers for the book. The main characters featured in this standalone novel are eighteen and older.

    One that’s not fought overseas with guns and tanks, but one that wreaks havoc in the homeland with harshly spoken words and misguided beliefs.”One week is all we were supposed to share. One week as strangers. Yet you became so much more.You were the echo in my storm.All the little things you did differently irked me. I thought it meant we couldn’t get along, that there was no chance we’d work out. But when it came time for me to leave, you know what I figured out?They were the faint call of home, lost on the wind and the roar of thunder. It was you calling me, hoping I’d hear you and find my way out of the dark that I had lost myself in when I shut off to survive.You were my echo. My call back.And damn it all if I didn’t find home in the end.

    Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge...When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over.But I was wrong...Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again.No matter what anyone else thinks,Wrong never felt so right.

    She does.  But I don’t want to steal her time anymore. I want to earn it. If anyone can do that, it’s me. I’m Tobias Cruz, the king of the curveball. I don’t lose. Not the game, and surely not the girl. Little did I know, this girl has a secret...and it’s the dirtiest curve yet. ___From USA TODAY & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Meagan Brandy comes an all-new standalone romance set in college about a hotshot pitcher and the girl who never saw coming.

    It was meant to be freedom. But with those watchful eyes, it’s anything but the fresh start I crave. When you’re good, nobody ever remembers. But when you’re bad, they can’t stop reminding you. I was labelled a rebel, a party girl, a nuisance, even a… never mind, you don’t need to know that. That all changed when he gave me a label. I submitted to the nickname. I am a Deviant. I revel in the dark, alongside him. Forbidden. Against the rules. A bad idea. We can’t stop ourselves from breaking the moral compass. But the stranger is watching me. Every move, every breath, and every dream. He’s there, waiting, biding his time. In the end, he will get me. When secrets are spilled… Who will be the deviant then?

    My time here was supposed to have an expiration date. My plan was simple.Until her.The girl with a cupcake and fascinating sadness.Her beauty got my attention first, then her loneliness and melancholy captivated me. Her words and pain fed my interest, but it was her heart that sealed my fate. I came to this town with no expectations. But I didn't know my dream and muse was waiting for me in a school uniform.

     I had a one-night stand. Then in true me fashion, I left my phone at his house during my desperate venture to escape. I tried hard to ignore the texts sent to my best friend’s phone... Amethyst: Sup, these selfies are cute as shit, but your lips looked better wrapped around my… I did NOT text him back. I DID vow to never speak of him, or that night again... I’m Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I’d managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I’m what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I’m skating, flipping ollie’s over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom’s new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand, was now my new stepbrother. *this is a standalone novel*