For Jessalyn and her mom, moving to the small town of Avondale, California seemed like the perfect decision; they wanted the new scenery but what they really needed was a new start.Jessalyn Hartley had always been shy and one to keep to herself, but now, as she enters her final year of high school at Crestview High, she's more determined than ever to stay hidden in the shadows.However, all of that may change when she crosses paths with the supposed bad boy; Cason Michaels, and figures out that maybe she just had to meet the right person to break her out of her shell.

    She is the second daughter who never did anything right. Her only vice is smoking. She is dating a guy for three years, to please her mother more than to please herself. What her friends Do not know about her: She has a hunky next-door neighbor. She decided to go down her prudish facade for just one night. On that night, she ended up going home with the city's most notorious rake. She gave her body and shared her passion with him. She intends to keep her one-night-stand all to herself. But her rakehell is not about to let her forget him as easily as she thought. And her one-night-stand will lead to many nights of forbidden passion.

    Reece sees the world through a small frame, a daily cycle with no eye for charm.When summer camp goes wrong, the two insignificant lives will come together as one significant story.

    Why she hates me, I don't know. What I do know is that Willa is the kind of chaos I don’t need in my tidy life. She’s the next generation of women’s soccer. Wild hair, wilder eyes. Bee-stung lips that should be illegal. And a temper that makes the devil seem friendly. She’s a thorn in my side, a menacing, cantankerous, pain-in-the-ass who’s turned our Business Mathematics course into a goddamn gladiator arena. I'll leave this war zone unscathed, coming out on top…And if I have my way with that crazy-haired, ball-busting hellion, that will be in more than one sense of the word.  Willa Rather than give me the lecture notes I missed like every other instructor I’ve had, my asshole professor tells me to get them from the silent, surly flannel-wearing mountain man sitting next to me in class. Well, I tried. And what did I get from Ryder Bergman? Ignored. What a complete lumbersexual neanderthal. Mangy beard and mangier hair. Frayed ball cap that hides his eyes. And a stubborn refusal to acknowledge my existence. I’ve battled men before, but with Ryder, it's war. I’ll get those notes and crack that Sasquatch nut if it’s the last thing I do, then I’ll have him at my mercy. Victory will have never tasted so sweet. Only When It’s Us is a frenemies-to-lovers, college sports romance about a women’s soccer star and her surly lumberjack lookalike classmate, complete with a matchmaking professor, juvenile pranks, and a smoking slow burn. This standalone is the first in a series of new novels about a Swedish-American family of five brothers, two sisters, and their wild adventures as they each find happily ever after.

    When she craves revenge on a drunken whim, she falls victim to divine intervention and an unexpected surprise from her own mistakes.

    What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life.

    After years of being the subject of ridicule, she revels in her ability to make the in-crowd cower via the exposés on her blog, The Eastline Spy. Now that she's carved out her place in the high school hierarchy, she uses her position to help the unpopular kids walking the hallways. Saving a freshman from bullies? Check. Swapping insults with the head cheerleader? Check. Falling for the star quarterback? So not a part of her plan. But when Brett offers to help her solve the mystery of who’s posting X-rated videos from the girls’ locker room, she’ll have to swallow her pride and learn to see past the high school stereotypes she’s never questioned—until now.

    

    "N-no, I'll do it." I whisper. "Then prove it." he states with a smirk, "Prove to me that you're willing to do this." "How?" I ask in a barely audible whisper, my entire body starting to shake in fear or excitement, I can't tell which. "Kiss me, as you mean it," he whispers back at me, looking down at my lips with hunger. ***************Anne De Ville is as normal as a teenage girl with three brothers and divorced parents get. She has no dogs because she is too lazy to take them for walks and spends her life reading or studying. On an average sunny day, Anna decides she needs to buy new shoes and so she goes to the closest mall and buys new converses. Little did she know that she might accidentally drop her shoes down three flights of stairs and they might accidentally fall on Hunter Denegan's head. Hunter Denegan. The baddest of the bad, the meanest of the mean, the best of the best, and the sexiest of the sexy. He is the school's bad boy and people worship him at his feet. What happens when a pair of converses land on Hunter's head and he turns into prince charming, looking for the girl who lost her shoe?

    Not the space where I sleep or the walls that surround me, but instead, the people that surround me. The ones that make me feel like me. Like I don't need to hide. My brothers, my best friend. It's a small bubble, sure, but one I'm damn happy with. I might be a little lost at times-I mean, who isn't?-but I always know where to go when I need to find myself. It's safe, comfortable, familiar. My home.Until he falls into my lap. No, literally. Into my lap. That beer I spent the last of my money on? Gone. All over me. Damnit. I'm wet, and I'm...oh.Oh dear God.Tall and broad. That surfer hair and those sparkly blue eyes. Cheeky grin and southern drawl that makes a girl wanna drool. All those rippling, tattooed muscles. Oh, yes.Mitchell Hudson, baseball superstar, you may fall into my lap any day, kind sir.Except then he starts making a home inside my heart, and that vital organ? Well, I'm not sure we're ready for what he has to offer. His home is tied to a place thousands of miles away, and mine? Well...mine's right here.The man hits more homeruns than I can count, and that's exactly what I'm afraid he's going to do: run home, and take a piece of my heart with him when he goes.** You do not need to know anything about baseball or even really like the sport to read this story. But if you like athletic men who like to throw their strength and alpha sides (and their women) around, this might be the story for you! **

    But having a crush on the school's bad boy who's ranked highest on the food chain while you're the nerd in the bottom of the food chain is a hundred times harder.Meet Rosaline Arlene Winnefred who's known as the school's 'nerd'. She's that girl who has no more than two friends, gets picked on by pretty much everyone, and locks herself up in her bedroom on a Saturday night reading cheesy romance novels. Not to mention she believes in fairy tales and has a hopeless crush on the school's bad boy. You get the picture?Axel Storm Spencer is the complete opposite of her. He's got that bad boy image that girls love so much. He's tough, violent, and feared by pretty much everyone.In a turn of events, the two get thrown into different messes together. Everything from wild parties, Halloween dances, to discipline referrals and revenge. Her crush might not be so hopeless after all..."After all, it was just a crush on Mr. Bad Boy."

    I thought that my brother was the hottest guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl’s dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He’s got the looks, and he’s got the brain. Come on, he’s got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber orbs. He’s not every girl’s dream. He’s every girl’s nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn’t even started.

    "They have not met my men." The Sovereign replied. In Rowland, a kingdom void of love, where even a kiss is unheard of, Princess Illyria is the prim and proper niece of the King, his bodyguard, and has spent her lifetime working towards that which she desires most, the role of General over the royal army. On the eve of her wedding to a wealthy local nobleman, a mysterious foreign ruler intrudes the castle walls; a masked leader known only as "The Sovereign." King Hal of Rowland assumes this invasion to be a declaration of war, but instead the masked monarch strikes a strange bargain. 100 of Morwick's youthful male elite must face off against 100 of Rowland's most prestigious young noblewomen in the Sovereign strange encampment. Upon arrival, the Morwick's weapon of choice is nothing like Illyria could have ever expected; neither is Meridian, the suave, light hearted General of the Soveriegn's army. All is fair when love IS war. ______ **450 pages of meticulously, professionally edited literary gold** **Ranked #1 in Historical Fiction on Wattpad for 7 months straight**

    “Do it,” I breathe, closing my eyes, heat collecting in my stomach, coursing through my needy veins, igniting a dormant desire that’s screaming to be let out. “I dare you.” “Be carful what you wish for,” he hums, his hand grazing along my exposed midsection, so light, so delicate, so agonizingly slow. “ everything I touch turns to ash.” *** Kiara Payne can speak seven languages, not that it matters because without a formal education, The only job she can land is at boutique bank outside of Manchester, working as a teller. After foiling a robbery on her first day, Kiara’s thrust into a world of guns, drugs, and violence; her life resting in the hands of Emilio Di Vaio, an Italian Mafia boss. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo’s translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family.Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara fight for survival in a world that left them broken. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for?

    Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. ~~~"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. ~~~