Bethany Parker is shy, modest and likes to stay "Invisible" from all. Jesse Phoenix loves attention. He is one of the world's most doted teenage singers and loves it. He's arrogant, rude and loves how practically every girl in the world is in love with him...every girl but Beth Parker. What happens when these two completely opposite worlds collide and the sparks fly? What happens when Jesse's ex-girlfriend and "Famous for being Famous" Paris Noleman finds out about Beth the small town girl who stole Jesse Phoenix's heart? What happens when Beth realizes that she just could be falling in love with the world's most loved yet rudest, superior teenage singers?

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

She was seventeen and living life in her idea of hell. Her brother, her pack and the kids at school have abused her since my parents died. It was obvious her brother needed someone to blame for their death and the pack wanted something to keep them occupied. They all chose the weakest link... Katerina Bathas. And knowing there was no way out, it was easier if she played along in their little games, waiting patiently for anything to be different. Her eighteenth birthday was days away and if she was lucky, she'd meet her mate. Someone who would treat her with respect and love her as who she was. Sadly, she's never been the kind you could call lucky. Katerina does find her mate and the moment he realizes who she is, he rejects her. She couldn't take anything more after that, her patience was too thin from yet another betrayal. She found herself doing what any sane person would do, what she should have done when all of it started... she runs. Two and a half years pass, not long before she finds herself in the small town she grew up. Her past and her future joining together as one. There was one thing Katerina could hold onto, the person she has built herself to me. And she knew her old pack would be faced with someone far more confident, daring and beautiful. Someone who was ready, if they wanted to try and play any more games.

They are the elite: the people to be, the group to be a part of. They are The Ivy League. When sarcastic, headstrong Courtney Meyers receives an invitation to join them, nothing is ever the same again. Laughter, tears, obnoxious pranks, love and betrayal; with Courtney, every moment is one to remember.