He was a fallen angel. He came from hell as a flame of the lord's revenge. The son of the devil some would say, but no one ever surely knew. Nobody noticed the darkness around him or the eclipse he tried to hide behind his mask of void, no one except of Elenor Clark. Daimon Hunter was the new, mysterious boy in school, and at the same time Kayden's half-brother. Elenor had a crush on Kayden since 8th grade but he never really noticed her because she had always been the ugly girl nobody cared about. Daimon though, caught her attention and although he was constantly trying to avoid her, their worlds started colliding more and more. Hidden secrets started revealing themselves and Elenor was soon about to realize that this darkness Daimon trapped her in was bigger than anything she could have dreamed of. A bond between heaven and hell. A collusion between fire and water and a convention between hate and love. Elenor seemed to have forgotten one important thing though: The worst sin of all was to make a deal with the devil! Attention: Mature content!

"You like this, don't you?" Sam grins, running his tongue over his lip ring. "You're turned on by it." "Please," I wave my hand in dismissal. "You are," he accuses, his voice light. He does it again. I can't look away. "Stop." "Why should I? Little Miss 'I hate everyone at Ryder' really does find me irresistible. Who am I to deny her?" Sam's voice has something of an edge to it and my eyes snap to his. "'Little miss 'I hate everyone at Ryder', huh?" I ignore the second part of his jab. "That's right." I lean against my wardrobe, crossing my arms over my chest. "There's only a few people at Ryder I really can't stand, and you're at the top of my list." Sam's eyes narrow on me. "Is that so?" He turns from the mirror and takes a step in my direction. I refuse to back down, tilting my chin up to keep his gaze as he crowds into my space. His eyes hold mine until he's close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath over my cheeks and his focus shifts to my mouth. He runs his tongue over the lip ring again, and I feel my own lips part slightly as he does it, my breath coming a little faster. My stomach is pulsing with a mix of nervousness and something I'm not totally ready to admit to myself. ---- Logan Grey's a 16 year-old girl with a penchant for Bob Dylan and running long distances. When her father dies suddenly, she and her best friend come up with a scheme to keep her from moving to her grandparents' Ohio estate: two years of boarding at her Connecticut hometown's highly renowned prep school. But a fluke lands Logan in a room with Ryder Academy's hottest, baddest boy and it's pretty obvious they're not going to get along. At least until Sam Evans and his sexy-as-hell lip ring saunter into her life, upending everything she thought she knew. [This story contains strong language and sexual content. You've been warned!]

[Caffeine is out now in paper back and Kindle!] "Medium black with three sugars, please." Isaac Hensick was your typical popular high schooler. He had tanned skin, girls on each arm and lungs full of cigarette smoke. But what most people didn't know was that he had a passion for drawing and a taste for black coffee. Most people, that is, except for Aspen. Highest rankings: #1 in fiction, teenromance and smoking, #2 in player and teen, #3 in mentalhealth and chicklit, #4 in young adult, #5 in anxiety, #8 in love!! completed: 09/07/20 word count: 110,579

Wie gut muss man einen Menschen kennen, bevor man über ihn urteilt - oder sich sogar in ihn verliebt?  *** Tessas Leben läuft nicht gerade so, wie sie es sich vorgestellt hat. Ihr Vater trinkt und ihre Stiefmutter läuft sämtlichen Disney-Hexen den Rang ab. Doch als Tessa der kleinen Schwester von Dyan hilft, kommen die beiden sich näher. Und mehr noch: Ausgerechnet der Bad Boy der Schule möchte hinter ihre taffe Fassade blicken. Tessa muss nicht nur lernen, ihr eigenes Herz zu öffnen. Allmählich entdeckt sie, dass auch in dem vermeintlichen Bad Boy ein weicher Kern steckt. Tessa setzt alles daran, Dyans Geheimnis zu lüften.

Jolene was an average girl. Some would say there was absolutely nothing special about her. Yes, she was smart, but thatˋs pretty much it. Her looks werenˋt special, neither was she significantly good in sports or music. She was simply Jo, and she was totally fine with it. With two close friends by her side, she just tried to get past this last year of high school with no drama or anything that could possibly draw too much attention to her. Ashton OˋConnor though, was the complete opposite. He was the king, the kind of son parents would dream about. Handsome, tall, just perfect. He had everything... almost everything. Ashton wanted one specific girl, but in order to get her, he needed to change and show her that heˋs not the spoiled asshole she thinks he is. So, Ashton started to befriend Jo again, trying to manipulate her to help him get his crush on his side. In Joˋs eyes, Ashton was the long-lost best friend she used to have a couple of years ago. In Ashtonˋs eyes, Jo was just the annoying little daughter of her motherˋs best friend, with whom he was forced to play as a child. Jo was not a nerd. She was not the quiet girl, neither was she popular. Joˋs just Jo, and slowly, this fact started to get to Ashton in ways he could have never imagined.