"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.

"Our deal was 19." Harry whispers, brushing our noes in bit of a playful manner. His dimples deepening from either side as a fair giggle left my mouth. "I'm yours."

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

The seventy fourth annual Hunger Games are finished, Peeta and Katniss just got back from the tour, happy to be away from it all. But when Katniss begs Peeta to stay with her just one more night, something will happen that will change their lives forever. And it's not the quarter quell. What if, it hadn't just been a trick? What if Katniss had really gotten pregnant? This is what I believe would have happened.

Eldridge was never the popular one. Nor was she a geek or an emo or even a cheerleader. She's just someone that's always in the background. Nothing spectacular. Nothing special. But she has a secret. Something that'll cause everything to turn over. Something that'll gain the attention of the new guy... ~Secret Model, shhh....

Madison Truffles is your average nerd in high school. Her life is going smooth as a baby’s bottom except for the fact that her mother was murdered when she was five, her father is rarely at home in their luxurious condominium, and that she murdered Mac Bagels. With no need for any extra money, Madison still chose to work a part-time job at the Sweet Tooth Bakery owned by the old man, Mr. B, who was like a father to her. Although Madison was devastated when the old man died, he comes through with his promise. A promise that Madison forgot about until it came inside the bakery in a Gucci black subtle stripe wool blend two-button suit and a pair of blue piercing orbs to drool for.

High school is hard for most people and for Chloe Miller, this is no exception. She is forced to learn the perils of her choices the hard way and the result leads her to building a steel wall around herself that is impossible to crack. Eventually, her mother loses her job and Chloe is then forced to move in with her cousin and their family. This means a new school and on the first day she arrives with a dynamite mission in mind. A mission to reclaim everything that she had once lost at the hands of others. She quickly finds herself fighting a past that she struggles to forget and creating a future that she can live with. It becomes a constant battle for her, centered around peer pressure, character stereo types, cliques and consequences. Couple that with the plight of falling in love and she finds herself playing a starring role in the game of life where everyone is playing for keeps. Will she win... or will she lose? Excerpt: Sauntering forwards, she slid onto his lap with all the grace of a prima ballerina and wrapped her long arms around his neck. Leaning in to his ear, she blew out a little puff of hot air so that it fanned lightly over all the right places. She felt a sense of utter satisfaction when he shuddered. Now that Chloe was certain that she had his attention, she whispered in his ear. “You may have been the best bucko, but guess what…..I’m going to be better.” She lifted up so that she could look him in the face and smiled confidently back at him. His previous cocky demeanor had seemed to have lost some of its earlier steam, “Who are you?” he asked so low that only Chloe could hear him. His forehead was creased as he searched her face, watching her as if she was some type of strange puzzle that needed to be solved. Chloe lifted her hand patted his cheek. The boy didn’t have a clue. “I, my friend, am your biggest adversary. So what do you say Mr. Player, won’t you play with me?”