unknown: Mali can you see if I left my green day shirt in my old room I can't find it not Mali??: who tf is Mali book one of four

22 year-old Jack Gilinsky just wants to party his life away and make music with his friend Jack Johnson. Marrying a small town girl was not on his yolo bucketlist.

Kelsey Jennings only ever screams when the Bloomingdales on 59th and Lexington runs out of floppy hats, but when her mom whisks her to Omaha for her last summer before NYU, she instigates a riot. Kelsey can come up with 197 things better than spending two months in the Midwest and when she meets Jack, an aspiring musician that wears too many flannel shirts and has groupies following his every move, her list all but doubles. He's everywhere, he's infuriating, he's gorgeous, and then, (394 reasons be damned), he's kissing her. Soon, the only number that matters is the amount of days Kelsey and Jack have together before his tour bus comes and her flight takes off.

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou