Finally, slowly, nearly a whisper, he murmured, "I don't think you know what you want." "You don't think I know what I want?" I repeated with a spluttered laugh of shock. "Yeah," he replied, not providing any further explanation for his statement. I held up my drink in show. "A night out." I nodded slightly toward him, telling him without telling him how annoying I found his presence. "Peace and quiet." His lips lifted at the corner, but his eyes were still thoughtful, watchful. "No." "No?" "No." And for a reason I couldn't rightly describe, a thought occurred to me: It's not a comfortable feeling to experience, that bone-deep itchiness that makes you squirm out of your skin; yet... you've got to admit, there's something so satisfying in scratching. ... Rebecca Kessler is many things: a shark, a gunner, a kiss ass. But she's also well on her way to making partner at her firm. All's going as planned until her former law school rival, Moti "Jonathan" Munshi, is hired to work alongside her. Moti frustrates her. He questions her work-life balance, newfound privilege, and shark-like ambitions at every turn. But worse than that, he's tempting. Who, after all, doesn't crave a little enemies-to-lovers? Still, enemies will be enemies and when their unresolved history and constant bickering proves too much for Rebecca, she needs a reprieve. Luckily for her, the fun and ease of playboy heir George Harkins is just a call away. Fun, however, does not come easily for someone as tightly-wound as Rebecca. How could it? This isn't a romcom and Rebecca is no heroine. She's riddled with anxiety, constantly on the edge of a manic episode, incapable of having an honest conversation with her sister, and actively repressing a past she's spent ten years running from.

A contemporary southern gothic mystery series about a teenager who discovers a cache of centuries-old letters containing clues to crimes happening in the present day. READERS CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Parish Mail is written like a TV series–there are over-arching mystery and romantic story arcs that extend between the episodes, while each episode has a smaller case that is presented and solved. Along the way, I will asks you, the reader, to make several small decisions as you read. These choices do not impact the overarching storyline, but certain combinations “unlock” clues to the series’ mystery, which are embedded in the text.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

It was Rory’s Grandma that made the two predictions; the day of her own death, and the day Rory would die. Nobody really takes Grandma seriously – that is, until she suddenly passes away on the exact date she’s predicted. In a fit of panic, Rory decides to embark on a bizarre, crazed mission to live life to the full. Together with her friends, she throws the rulebook out of the window and tastes what the world has to offer; excessively wild nights, malicious revenge plans, and arrogant, beautiful boys. Rory thinks she has nothing to lose. But her family is slowly starting to crumble, and her friends are getting sick of her reckless attitude. There’s only so long she can party before the terror of her deathday rolls around. Rory has to choose between bowing out disgracefully, with her name seared into the town’s memory – or fighting the out-of-control girl she’s become before it’s too late.

'Fact: British guys are not cute. Never have been; never will be!' Meet Nora. During the day, she's a crazed, Irish student trying to survive the insanity which is London. At night, she's a blogger, trying to prove to the world that British guys are just not as cute as everyone seems to think they are! And then, while running late to one of her classes, she runs into Milo, full-time womaniser, part-time crown prince of the UK...