21 year old Jo has a boring life. She has a stable job in New York City, and her fair share of arguments with her landlord. She has a pushy best friend and a happily married mother and father, and yet none of it feels real to her. What does feel real? Her dreams. For as long as Jo can remember, she has been having insanely vivid, life-altering dreams that she's a fire wielding princess next in line for the throne. The dreams feel so real that it's starting to bleed into her daily routine. Jo thought she was just lucid dreaming at first but then she runs into a man that calls her by the name she goes by in her dreams. Who is this man, why does she feel like she knows him, and why is it so hard for her to resist him? and for the love of god, who's Isla? Join Jo as she partakes on a journey to find out who she really is and how to get back home.

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)