"Then you shouldn't have a problem with having someone tutor you." There's just a teensy, weensy thing I forgot to mention... I do have a problem with that. I don't need one and I sure as hell don't want one. To top that all off, she's annoying and she hates my guts, but that's partially because I almost hit her with a car. Almost. But the thing is, she's... beautiful. Well, I guess I have something to keep me entertained while I'm being tortured in these tutoring sessions. The summary sucks but, give a try anyways?

"alice?" he whispered, his voice nervous. "yeah?" she replied absent mindedly, stirring the coffee in the dark red cup with her spoon. "i love you," he said. an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "i love you, alice," he repeated, looking at her. her head was bent as she spooned the cream and only strands of her ginger hair hung from the sides of her face. "okay," she replied. [© noiembrie; cover by @aciddaisies] short story #76, romance #383, thirteenth july two thousand thirteen.

❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin. Annalise Martin's skies are painted darkly, filled with darkness from a life many would not wish to lead. Through a series of letters, Annalise hopes to find closure over losing her best friend and lover, Finland Erickson. But sometimes, we need a little bit of perspective to paint our own skies. Cover art by: norhuu on tumblr

"Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell." -Kim Edwards Eleanor Morisette doesn't speak. She doesn't have an illness that causes it, and wasn't born mute; she just chooses not to talk. What reason is there to say words when no one's there to hear them? Instead, she expresses herself through the art of photography. Obsessed with the beauty in the world that overshadows her own problems, all she wants is to someday capture life to its fullest; without having to worry about her parents' declining love and the loneliness of being an outcast at school. But what happens when she accidentally takes a photo of a boy who she can't take her mind off? Will he be the one to open up her shell? Or will she continue wandering lost in her world of lonely magic?

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE ON AMAZON AND BARNES&NOBLE! THIS IS A SAMPLE OF THE PUBLISHED BOOK. _____________________________ Livvie Jefferson is lame. If it weren't for the secret list of crazy things she'd like to do, she'd be less interesting than a piece of stale bread. Harvey Lockwell is a God. An unattainable God. Livvie's content with staring Harvey down from afar and wiping the drool from her chin, until everything changes when she's forced to have actual contact with him during their after-school tutoring seasons. In a cringe-worthy chain of events, Livvie's boring life turns into a catastrophic mess when Harvey ends up finding her secret list. Things take another turn for the worse when Livvie accidentally runs away from home while on a high-speed chase straddled to the back of Harvey's motorcycle. Not only does she have to endure the embarrassment from being caught with a bucket list at the ripe age of seventeen that includes losing her virginity, but she also has to figure out exactly what Harvey ended up doing that caused them to be chased out of town by a band of criminals and how to fix it. Crazy house parties, grungy motel rooms, unexpected make-out sessions, bad dancing, and a scandalous twist are just the beginning. For a girl who's never done anything remotely exciting, Livvie Jefferson is in for some pretty bad things.

Nick Nolten is the ultimate player; no mistakes and no regrets...well, except for the occasional name mix-up. He has it all. When his friend bets him he can't last a month without having sex, with money and pride at stake, the playboy Nick Nolten slips into temporary virginity. Of course, his friends don't believe he can keep it in his pants for a month and neither does Nick, but a bet's a bet regardless of how stupid it is. With twists and turns and sticky situations, it gets harder for Nick to hold out. However, as time passes, Nick begins to learn a little something about life, love, and about himself. Will he be able to pull it off? Or will he lose everything he's trying so hard to gain?

Beatrix Benson was a outsider who didn't fit in at her conformist school. She'd begun to accept a life of loneliness, until the day she met Silas Ingram, the new kid from England.

Leila lived with her pack all her life. It was until she was forced into an arranged marriage that she ran away from home. She turned into a rogue and while running away from an Alpha, she ends up kidnapped by another one. The exception for this was one: this Alpha was her mate.

Annalise is your typical quiet nerd that is content with blending into the background.. Tristan is the popular captain of the soccer team that all the girls want to be with. Annalise Foster has been Tristan Evans next door neighbor all her life. Their paths in life never seemed to cross as they are from two totally different worlds. Tristan's never took notice to Annalise. He's known of her and who she is, but he's never really seen her...the real her...that is until she comes back a changed girl from summer camp. Things start changing and soon Annalise is thrown into a life filled with excitement and adventure. Who would've thought the boring girl had bite?

"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved