At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenlystops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, onethat he found adorable.Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello."He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says hisnext words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart."She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly staresat her with a certain longing. "Who are you?""I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking astep into her room.She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear onher cheeks."Daisy."In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet andbrooding, becomes captivated by his best friends littlesister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at leasta little good in them.

    She couldn't have been more right, seeing as: a.) Her best friend, convinced she had found her soulmate, disappeared with some random guy. b.) Said best friend had Reed's purse and the car keys, leaving her no choice but to -c.) - accept the offer of said random guy's friend to look for their missing companions together. d.) Said random guy's friend was annoying, arrogant, and recklessly impulsive. e.) Oh, and he was hot, too. And that was only the beginning.

    . . hot, popular, and proud. She’s. . . plain, eccentric, and persistent.There’s nothing common between them except that they hated each other.Not good, right?But why was he determined to find her, while she was determined to escape him?Twists got turns, fates had entangled. Life had even become harder than before.And their once-upon-a-modern-time story started with a dance.

    His name was Hunter.For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead.Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore.Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him.Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share.At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles.We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens.But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch.Before I even realize it, I'm in love.{ Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & SexPlease Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

    "I dare you, Jade Elsie Brooke, to break into Trystan Woods's house and steal a pair of his boxers without him finding out." Jade Brooke was the daredevil who had never turned down a dare, no matter how bad it was. So when a simple game of truth or dare ends up flipping her life upside down in the form of a dare, she has no one to blame but herself. Trystan Woods was the boy out of reach for most, who stood at the top of the high school food chain. Everyone loves him, and he was the football team captain. Jade had never interacted with him, until the day she was dared to break into his house and steal his underwear. The only flaw in the plan? When he catches her in his room holding his boxers.

    Her endearing nature and reckless smiles help her settle in quickly. Then she collides with Mason - all bitter frowns, smirks, and cynical remarks. He shatters her picture-perfect life with a frustrating improbability, seeing through her lies and façades as though she was made of glass. But his past is an abyss far darker than hers. Secrets, scars, and painful pasts...they can only face their storms together.

    Deadbeat dads, that is. Until she's arrested by a handsome detective who won't listen to reason. But when she discovers a dead body while working a case, she needs Detective Tall, Dark and Handsome's Help.Protect and serveWhen Dallas P.D. detective Trey Donovan arrests a feisty, gun-toting woman with a stack of hundred dollar bills stashed in her camisole, he senses this is no ordinary drug bust. He manages to maintain his professional composure but he can't get her out of his mind. On his next case, when he finds Selena standing over a dead body, they agree to work together to catch a killer.Trey is by the book; Selena prefers to color outside the lines. But the chemistry between them sparks creative detective work. And ignites simmering passions. Despite their intentions to keep the relationship professional, a rainy night stakeout leaves them 'tangled up in blue.' And when Selena's out-of-the-box ideas put her in danger, Trey realizes this is a woman he will never put out of his mind. And that's a 'Dunn deal.'Tangled up in Blue is the first book in the Rainy Day Women series, featuring women empowering women--and the men who love them. In a converted warehouse near downtown Dallas a group of strong, professional women come together to volunteer their services to the women of an under-served community. They name their facility the Rainy Day Women's Center. Each book is a stand-alone romance about competent, independent women and the equally competent, independent men they can't ignore--or live without.

    I drop expensive vases, and miraculously find ways to trip over thin air. Not a day has passed by when I’m not wearing a Band-Aid for some kind of accident that I’ve endured, and it’s stooped to the level now that my parents call me King Kong and joke about having warning signs and safety tape around my bedroom door. Once upon a time, I used to think of that as a laughing matter, but not anymore.Not since I almost killed my crush’s mom. Suddenly the idea of being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn’t actually seem that crazy

    Everyone knows him, he is one of the top famous guy in the world. He is Hot, Sexy, Successful and extremely wealthy. And me? no one even know my name except few friends and family. who am I? I'm Maria Wayne. Unfortunately a poor waitress at a stripers club at night and a server at Michelle's Hotel, a famous and Well-known hotel at the day time. Tough life. Right? Oh! and most importantly, I'm the 'Ex-Wife' of "The Mr. Silas Harrison"...My life's sucks but it got even worse when the man that I once loved came back in my life...

    The school Sydney Acosta moved to all the way from Toronto, Ontario at some barely known town that should actually be considered a city. After the divorce between her mother and father, she's stuck by her mother's side as a best friend, following her to another city in Canada. Her emotions are expressed through the one thing she loves doing. Dancing. Lucas Cahill is a quiet almost outcast in the school. His twin brother, Joseph-Joey with he likes to be called-is the best known guy in school. He's considered popular, cooler and better looking then his brother which is stupid because they have the same face. At school, Joey doesn't acknowledge his brother, at home and in the past they are inseparable with the excuses from Joey tolling up over time. His isolation and other emotions are expressed through his art. The two seventeen year olds are connected in their different forms of art. In a teenage world of sarcasm, drama and their arts. "My drawings are like stick figures compared to anything you draw. You could draw the world's ugliest frog and it will still turn out beautiful. Lucas you're an amazing artist." "So are you." He said quietly, looking up at me with his soft, heartwarming eyes. "How?"I couldn't draw for shit. "Because you are a dancer. Dancing is an art. And you are an amazing dancer."

    Yet her mom, always critical of her, is furious that Elinor is touching any part of the overflowing collection of random possessions. When county inspector Race Ericson threatens a court summons if the hoard isn’t massively reduced in a hurry, he pushes Elinor to choose: Surrender to her mother’s insistence that she do nothing, obey her bossy elder sister’s edict that she sort carefully through every single pile, or satisfy Race’s demand that she ruthlessly clear out the junk? Elinor has never been shy with attractive men. Satisfying Race would be a pleasure. But when family secrets come to light and surprises turn up on her doorstep, Elinor’s task gets even more complicated, forcing her to reevaluate her long-held beliefs about her family—and her life choices. Cleaning Her House is a meaty stand-alone women's fiction novel featuring a rich variety of characters, a romance with a hint of steam, family secrets, and a ton of clutter. There's a happy ending, too. (Maybe not for the clutter.)

    That is, of course, until the curious Riley Dawson enters the picture and changes it all for him with two innocent little words.

    He glared down at me, as if daring me to defy him again. I took a deep breath, trying to control my racing pulse. I knew what he said was true, but was too proud to admit it. I was, indeed, his.

    Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he’s dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I’m almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella.

    You're my sun. You will always be unreachable to me."