Who could be better suited for the position than her best friend Reece? The two of them have been inseparable since they first met, moving in together isn't such a big deal. But both of them have a secret that they're keeping, and the close quarters make it harder to keep those secrets hidden inside. Faye's done something she wasn't supposed to, and now she's afraid that she's waited too long to be forgiven.Reece is in love with someone who doesn't love him back. And she now lives down the hall.

    "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire.I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me."Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran.*** Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire.She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute.She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia.And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia.But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite.

    a lot more than someone her age should. now finished her second year of college, Hayden needs a break. Lucky for her, her fabulous cousin Spencer is celebrating his twenty-first birthday in Hayden's hometown. But as much as she hates it, the drama is never far from Hayden's life because her ex is also invited; the stubborn and ridiculously good-looking chase Everett.

    Come to find out, he's a new student at her school who just so happens to be a junior, much like Savannah.He feels the need to stick around her even though she is the target for childish rumors, gave him the wrong number purposely, has all the comebacks for his pickup lines, tried to run him over with her car, constantly embarrasses him, and repeatedly tells him to 'get lost or 'shove off. During their many adventures, not only do they get into many bad situations but they make a few enemies along the way.Will his determination to befriend this stubborn girl sparks a friendship between the two or a special kind of hatred?

    “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 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! **

    "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me," I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how."I scrunch my brow. "How what?"His response is soft, the opposite of his burly personality. "How you don't see it."*******Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters"Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole?

    For years, she has navigated the suffocating constraints of boarding school and chaperoned dances, and she is ready to detour from the perfect path her parents set her on. Luke Carrington is the swoon-worthy stranger who arrives to spice up the party, convincing Lexi that it's okay to ditch her uniform and spread her wings. Despite Luke's charm and intelligence, Lexi's family shrugs him off and refuses to tell her why. In her mind, the man has more to offer than any gel-headed boy she's met. Not only does he share her interest in Greek mythology, but he has devoted his life to helping people cope with death. What could be more admirable than that? When Lexi learns that her life has been a big fat lie, and the people claiming to be her family aren't who they say they are, she turns to Luke for solace. He is the only one who has not betrayed her, and he helps Lexi prove she isn't a little girl anymore. Once Luke's earns her trust and her heart, Lexi is willing to follow him anywhere to keep him close-even into the underworld.

    

    And I am hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Bryce Harrison. And this is our story.

    Sequel to The QB Bad Boy and Me.

    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."

    Having being separated from her mother at such a young age, Orabella knew nothing about the business her mother participated in with her new husband.After the death of her father, she is thrown into the world of her mother where she meets her mother's husband, and her husband's son - Vincenzo. Vincenzo is not like any man she's ever met, he's mean, and demanding. He's cruel and he's scary. Vincenzo was known to leave people in fear by just simply looking at them. What Orabella doesn't know about him is that he is the world's most feared Mafia Don.The moment Vincenzo's eyes land on Orabella, he claims her as his. Her stepbrother is the womanizer who stunned everyone when he makes Orabella the woman to be by his side. With Orabella being scared and hopeless, will she learn to let her stepbrother into her heart?- ❧﹘"Y-You can't do that," she cried out, "you're my brother."He laughed at her as his fingers latched onto her thin lace panties. "I'm not your brother, neonata." His lips were on her neck as he nibbled her skin, trailing lower to her breast."Why are you doing this?" She asked him, biting down on her lip the moment his tongue grazed her bud."Because you are mine."

    What do you think would happen if you started seeing glimpses through your soulmate's eyes, knowing you're due to meet them in a week?

    you're feisty huh Muffin?' he stared straight into my eyes and watched them widen in confusion. Muffin? What the fuck? 'Don't call me that, my name's Emily' I narrowed my eyes and tried to keep my voice threatening but he sensed the insecurity behind it. 'Okay Muffin' he smirked his lips twitching every now and then. I huffed and shoved at his chest which caused no movement in him whatsoever. Was the guy made of brick or something? His hand suddenly moved from my side and I instantly bought my hands up protecting my head. It was a natural force of habit thing I did living with Trevor. I closed my eyes and waited for the blow but nothing came. 'Emily?' Jake moved my arms away from my face and looked at me with concern etched into his eyes. Oh god, what have I just done?