Aspen Ross is as Pogue as they come. Ever since her Dad left and her Mom went away on business, it's been just her and her brother. Aspen, along with her four idiot friends, has made it her mission this summer to have a good time, all the time. Rafe Cameron is as Kook as they come. He lives up to his nickname 'Country Club', and Rafe, along with his two other braincells, has made it his mission this summer to make the lives of the Pogues a million times harder than it already is. However, trouble, and love, always comes when you least expect it.

❝ Life's only fun if you're a Pogue, Rafe ❞ ❝ You're not a Pogue, you taste way too good ❞ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 would have predicted this summer to be full of gunshots and blood, since beers and surf sounded like a great plan. As the worst days of her life were now behind her, she only had one motive; ❝ Have a good time, all the time ❞ ☾ 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 Tessa Thornton, Pogue against her brother's will, gets involved in a dangerous treasure hunt. or ☾ 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 Rafe Cameron finds himself falling for the rebellious seventeen-year old girl he always hated.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)