Not marriage, not a brood of squalling brats, and certainly not love, thank you very much!But freedom is a rare commodity in 19th-century London, where girls are expected to spend their lives sitting at home, fully occupied with looking pretty. Lilly is at her wits’ end—until a chance encounter with a dark, dangerous and powerful stranger changes her life forever...Enter the world of Mr Rikkard Ambrose, where the only rule is: Knowledge is power is time is money!

    She's just another face in the crowd, nothing more. Her world is very different from the ones of her two best friends, which causes them to rarely see each other. So, they share a notebook. They write their feelings and their secrets in this notebook and it is only passed between them. Until Lilah loses it in the hallway.Reece is the school's bad boy, street fighter, and also the boy who finds Lilah's notebook. But Reece doesn't want to be nice and simply give the notebook back to her, not unless he gets something out of it.How far will Lilah go to get her notebook back?

    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."

    +++++Sequel to Million Dollar Man

    The books have a very similar start but a very different ending!Kidnapped, blindfolded, and thrown in the trunk of a car, Abriana Vega's date with Easton Pierce has taken a terrible turn in a deadly direction. Cursing herself for going on a date with someone she met online, Abriana has no idea that Easton isn't the only one who wants her dead. As her days in captivity crawl by and her plan to escape is thwarted, Abriana begins to lose faith. How long does she have left? Will she escape? What will become of Easton Pierce?

    There can’t be any mistakes. Staying under the radar is what keeps Amelia one step ahead of the man who is trying to find and destroy her.But when she’s befriended by a group of students who make her feel safe and loved, Amelia struggles to maintain her distance, especially when faced with her feelings for Aiden Parker, whose piercing gray eyes and strength weaken her resolve.When Aiden’s ex-girlfriend threatens Amelia in ways that make her easy to find, she has to act quickly. Feeling crushed by her desire for a normal life and not wanting to leave her friends behind, Amelia has an impossible choice to make between survival or the chance at real love.

    Until a chance encounter with a siren in a red dress changes everything. Until he meets the woman he dubs Red.Veronica Strafford's past makes it hard for her to trust anyone. Now, kicked out of her apartment, she reluctantly accepts Caleb's offer for a place to stay.Caleb feels intensely drawn to Veronica. And, for the first time in his life, he really wants something—someone. Too bad Veronica's heart might just be the one thing Caleb can't win.

    "...Then I'd die loving you."18 year old Evangeline O'Shea hadn’t been the popular girl during her years at school. She was quiet, collected... smart. This made moving out of New York that much easier.To go into Vancouver, Canada wasn't planned in any of her books.However that opinion changes after she meets Michael Reeves, through an unlucky incident at Simon Fraser University. She didn't expect to fall for such a dark and mysterious man let alone her History lecturer... And when she finds out that this man is in fact no man at all, she wonders if love is worth risking her life over…

    One: He would show up on her doorstep two weeks later as the son of an old family friend.Two: That he would be staying in her house, right next door to her. If living together isn’t enough, Duke starts to go to Harper’s school for the year, and immediately earns the status of the senior heartthrob. Suddenly, Harper, the girl who keeps mostly to herself and spends a lot of time in her room watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons, is the envy of every girl in her high school. Harper couldn’t care less, and despite that fact that she has insisted that she has in no interest in Duke, she is still subject to the wrath of jealous, catty bitches and the admiration of wide-eyed freshmen. It really doesn’t help that Duke is constantly flirting with her in his own irritating yet charming way.Harper refuses to be yet another conquest, but is that what Duke wants?Or does he want more?

    She's the daughter of the man who runs the country- The President. When her father announced seven years ago that he was running, Alice was happy for her dad. Fast forward seven years,Alice finally gets the chance to go back to school. High school. When she angers the bad boy, her life gets even more complicated.

    But that goes down the drain and she finds herself in tumultuous situations.All because of-One lake party.One stupid cousin.One wrong phone call.And of course-one badass racer.

    "Dude, you just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-""Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part."What?!""Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean to completely flip the hell out.*LANGUAGE WARNING*

    Don't Draw Attention.She thought she could handle it, how hard could it be right?She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one, little, harmless peek outside of her new bedroom window.BAM!!Half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!!So what do you do in this situation?Simple, you squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor because somehow that was a smart idea rather than walking away, and start doing ninja rolls to the window curtains going completely unnoticed.And when she banged her head against the wall after doing a total of six slightly slanted ninja rolls because she realized she is not coordinated at all, guess who saw the whole entire thing?Ashton Rider in all of his naked glory.Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world.

     Dory laughed, “That’s ridiculous.” Bernadette shook her head, her face lighting up. “No! You’re onto something, Evie! This is the 21st century, after all. No more boys throwing girls over their shoulders and wooing them! We can do it too. Let’s go kidnap some boys.” ❞

    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