She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞

maybe i fell in love when you woke me up. [lowercase intended]

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *SECOND BOOK IN THE “BROKEN” TRILOGY* Haunted by the demons of her past, Ariella tries to fix herself. Moving on seems like the only solution to forgetting her past. However, when someone seeks to pull Ariella back in to the life she’s tried so hard to escape, it is hard for her to be strong. Events threaten the bond between Ariella and Niall. They are forced to test the limits of their relationship. Through all of this the two of them never stop fighting. Separation forces the two desperate adults to adapt to change. A journey with endless obstacles compels Ariella to question who she really is. Maybe that question is the one that needs to be answered. After all, in order to fix yourself you must first find yourself.

My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN