My feet hit a particularly slippery patch. Without warning they rocketed out from under me. Mr. Break and Enter came with me, courtesy of me re-establishing my grip in his shirt in a failed attempt at anchoring myself. Pain started in my backside and travelled up my spine, but I was paying it minimal attention. I was too busy being consumed by the heavy weight on top of me and marvelling over the deep smooth voice muttering in my ear. “- never doing the old man another favour, so long as I live.” Before I could collect my scattered thoughts the person on top of me reared back to rest his weight on his elbows, an action that caused his hips to press down into mine. My breath caught in my throat as my startled gaze met his. A pair of vibrant green eyes stared back with more than a hint of annoyance bleeding out of them. Full lips were pressed together like he was biting back an insult directed at me, and locks of black hair framed a near symmetrical face, one with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line. “If you’re going to kill me, I’d prefer it if you didn’t do it with an axe,” I blurted. I immediately cursed my runaway mouth. Come on, brain, where are you? Time to join the conversation. Dark brows drew together and he leaned even closer, almost like he was trying to assess my sanity levels. “What?” Embarrassment was pushed back in favour of deep suspicion. “Well, if you’re not here to kill us then I guess you want to rob us. Go ahead. Annabel has some expensive luggage that will sell for a nice buck. And take her Hello Kitty collection while you’re at it. None of us will be sorry to see those creepy cats go.” The boy on top of me shifted his weight and used one of his hands to brush the curls back from my face. With a gentleness that surprised me, he cupped one of my cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked, clearly concerned. “Did you hit your head when you fell?”

There are three things Logan MacArthur knows beyond a doubt. One: Boys suck. And no amount of sexy abdominal muscles, bulging biceps, wicked grins, or smouldering eyes could convince her otherwise. Two: Oreos and peanut butter were invented for that moment when every girl realised that boys suck, and talking about feelings wouldn't change that. Three: Her mother must have been on crack when she decided to curse her with the name Logan.

It started out as a game. She's everything a girl wants to be. He's everything a girl wants. As head cheerleader and quarterback, Kody Taylor and Austin Collins would normally be expected to be together with them being the schools Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Lucky for all the single boys and girls in their school, it'll never happen. They hate each other and they aren't afraid to show it. Not like it'll ruin their reputations anyway. If anything, it makes it better beacause people seem to enjoy the show. Will things change when they have to work together to keep their positions as head cheerleader and football captain? All their lives, everything between them has been just a competition. A challenge. A game. But what happens when it isn't just a game anymore?

“This time tomorrow, we’ll have finally arrived at our destination,” I said dryly. “This time tomorrow, certain people will appreciate that patience is a virtue,” Odynn retorted. “This time tomorrow, someone will realise neither patience nor virtue are part of my vocabulary.” “This time tomorrow it will occur to you that patience is never found in women; I was just wishful thinking.” I scoffed. “This time tomorrow you’ll be regretting your sexist comment.” His grin was cocky, his comeback on the tip of his tongue before I’d even finished speaking. “This time tomorrow I’ll charm you out of your vengeful mood.” I was grinning in turn. “This time tomorrow you’ll discover there’s one woman you can’t talk your way around; beware my bitch slap, it stings.” “This time tomorrow… shit!” Odynn breathed, and laughed at his own defeat. “Okay, okay, you win.” This Time Tomorrow follows best friends Alex Parker and Odynn Palladino through their final year of high school.

NOW PUBLISHED BY SOURCEBOOKS FIRE! Oliver, Alec, Xander, and JJ are just four regular guys. They're also members of the world famous boy band the Heartbreakers. This is their story.

It's hard being your hot best friend's fake girlfriend, but someone's got to do it. Jacey's been faking it with Mike for a year now and it seems like every night is the same. The arrangement has worked pretty well for both friends, Jacey gets to party as hard as she wants and Mike get's to spend time with his actual boyfriend. But lately, things are getting kind of complicated. Jacey's starting to get lonely despite her fake boyfriend and suddenly her one night stands aren't enough. Except one person seems to be doing a pretty good job of making her feel better, but Jacey is sure as hell not going to admit it's Chase The Dork. But when his annoying smirks stop being annoying and it turns out that Chace might care more than he lets on, Jacey needs to face the facts. Living a life where appearances are everything is a tough thing to do, and now more than ever so is just faking it.

WHEN AN UNLIKELY SUITOR.... The Earl of Stokeford is hardly a man of amiable disposition and social graces. He scowls whenever he pleases, becomes rude at any time convenient for him, and worse, has a regrettable tendency to scare ladies out of their wits. Therefore, it is a most astonishing thing indeed when, upon laying eyes on the beautiful Miss Sophie Winscott, he decides to embark on a courtship... Except, of course, the hapless peer knows nothing in the matters of romance...until he receives help from an unlikely quarter. MEETS AN EAGER MATCHMAKER Then enter Miss Winscott's cousin, the vivacious Caroline Davis, who oddly gets along well with the slightly waspish Earl. Determined to help, Caroline endeavours to make a match of the two. But for all her enthusiasm, she can't help but be drawn to the troubled lord... and things start to get a little tangled from there.

"'Caution. Hotness at work. May spontaneously combust.' I read Ross' neon shirt with something akin to disgust, brushing back my hair and shooting him a glare. 'Really? Really, Ross? I hope you realize that no one's going to find you attractive when you're picking up trash from the ground with a stick.'" When Ross Alderman literally blows up Jenn's AP Chemistry class, the two of them find themselves stuck with thirty hours of community service. Now if only Jenn can last that long picking up trash with him without combusting from anger, no chemistry humor intended. (current cover by @Razeeta)

I, Lois Mai Reynolds, am all kinds of clumsy. I fall over flat surfaces. 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, being compared to a giant gorilla of mass destruction doesn't actually seem that crazy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED #11 Romance

What if fate's playing a cruel joke on you because your soulmate annoys the heck out of you, despite sharing an undeniable chemistry? Ethan Tyler is your typical arrogant jerk of a bad boy. He likes sports, girls, and booze - and he got no problem getting it all. While in the world of luxury, Daniella Howard couldn't ask for more. All she wanted was someone to see her and rescue her from all the superficiality. Daniella grew up in prestige. Ethan lived a normal life. They didn't get along when they met, having lived in completely different worlds and having different beliefs. Five days is all they have. Five days to bicker and to get to know each other. All it takes is FIVE days to change their lives forever. Are they soulmates or fate's mistake? ___________ This is a stand-alone book. Mismatched Compatibility features the characters from "A and D" and "Realize", but you don't have to read the mentioned books in order to enjoy this one. :) All rights reserved. (True story, bro.)