Book 2 to Can I Have Your Attention Please - - - Kason Ryhawks is an asshole. He's a hot, sexy, glorious asshole who never smiles and will never change. What people don't know is that he's hurting. He's always hurting. And the angry mask is a way to shield himself from any more hurt. As an illegal street fighter, Kason finds ways to distract himself from the turmoil he feels. He punches people to keep himself from crumbling. It's a coping mechanism. But when a shy, fearful, and tiny girl moves into the apartment next door, Kason finds his destructive self drawn to her. The bruises on her face and arms causes him to be inquisitive. Will Kason be able to win with his fists in this fight? Or will his heart guide him to prevail instead? - - - Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved

"I'm Kason Ryhawks, darling. Womanizer. Player. Whatever you want to call me. And I make peoples' lives a flaming hell." I smirked, a twinkle in my eye. "Well that's cool I guess." I hold out my hand. "I'm Sam. Just Sam." ~ And the truth was, Sam was anything except for "Just Sam." Sam was a master at the violin - maybe even better than most professionals. Sam was always finding something to do with her mute little sister. Always finding adventure, despite being homeless. And most importantly, Sam didn't like cliches. She hated happy endings. When the principal of Westland High School hears her playing her violin in the subways one night, he offers her sanctuary in the school and a cool five hundred bucks - in exchange for her music at the school's upcoming prom. Of course she agrees. But what Sam didn't understand was that she'd be encountering the school's rule breaker on more occasions than she'd like. His crude and cold demeanor is nothing to be attracted to, and it seems like a different girl crawls into his jeans everyday. What she was oblivious to, was the fact that she'd be unknowingly crawling her way into his heart.

He never thought he'd get this interested in a girl who just moved into his house. Kennedy Kinsey, a bubbly and talkative girl, moves to New York to live with her dad's best friend after her parent's death. She never thought she would be this attracted to Jake Knight, her dad's best friend's son. While suffering from asthma, she's also probably the wildest and craziest person he's ever met with an obsession with knives and talking about murder. He hates that he can't stop thinking about her. He hates that he likes listening to her talk. He hates that he likes when she smiles. She never thought she'd ever have friends or escape her loneliness. He never thought he would be happy and see the light after his mom's death. Until both of them met each other. ❃ Contains sensitive topics and excessive swearing ❃

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

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)