Thalia Miles is a player and a daughter of a millionaire. She always get what she wants. When she meets Megan Thorne it seems as if she's going to have to work to get her. It's going to be a playful game... _________________________________________________________________________ “I’m straight. I’m not interested and I don’t like women like that. In other words, I’m not lesbian. I suggest you stop trying to be with me”, she said. Her eyes held a serious glint and a little coldness to it. I grinned mischievously. “That’s what you say now”. I told her smirking. Her eyes rolled and she strolled away. “I always get what I want”, I shouted.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

"Just wondering, Shoemaker. Are you going to tell your parents? Or should I?" When I was little, I was terribly afraid of heights. One day, in a bleak attempt to rid me of this, my father climbed onto the roof of our one story house with me on his back. I may have been hyperventilating, but otherwise I was doing well- until my foot slid across the shingles. It was only a foot or two that I moved, but my heart stopped. Right now, I feel like I've slid ten feet down the roof of my house on a bitterly cold day. "Because, last I remember, aren't they kind of conservative?" he continues. August is a 16-year-old closeted bisexual girl. When a girl moves in next door, her calm life is slightly shaken, and then turned upside down. Because she isn't just any girl next door: Emily is a gorgeous, red-haired, baseball-playing, fully out-and-proud lesbian. When the two girls grow close, things begin to change in their small town. ***Cover made by Emmy07*** (FICTION) (ROMANCE) (HUMOR) (GIRLxGIRL) (GIRLxBOY) (C) 2012 S.W. Stromberg. All Rights Reserved.