Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

He never knew life could be this way, but truly if he did, he wouldn't have cared. He cared about nothing, not even himself until her. Before her, he was empty/ Before her he knew nothing of joy or completion, and this is his journey to his life After her.

Continuation of the "Who Will Win My Heart?" series- Leah and Louis's relationship will be put to the test more than ever when everything they thought they had is gone. Will they find their way back to each other or will all the special moments together be put in the past and be forgotten?

Leah and Liam are an ordinary brother and sister going through a hard life between their mother passing away and their abusive father. Liam leaves to follow his dreams then comes back to help his sister get away from their father. Then Leah is being chased by four boys who are trying to steal her heart. Who will she fall inlove with?

They call her crazy, she calls herself creative. They call her a nut, she says she's just to awesome for them to handle. They call her an annoyance, she says she was bored. They call her weird, she says thank you, it's better to be that than normal. The cops know her name, she claims their stalker's. The town laugh's with her, she just tries to hide her feelings under a mask. They don't know her feeling's, after all, she doesn't tell anyone. Bullied, neglected, left behind, word's that swarm her mind all the time. Her best friend left her, the only one she had cared about, and now he's in some awesome boy band seeing the world. Good for him, now, let's cause chaos! As she runs a muck in the stupid town, he's hugging girl's and partying like there's no tomorrow. Call her Annie, you get injured, call her Alex or Ali. She likes those names. She loves rock music and doesn't give a damn about anyone, since he's left. But now, he's back. And he's back for her to tour the world with him be her side. "Dear PopTart Lord, help me" she beg's to her box of PopTart's as he follows her, begging forgiveness. She hates him, yet he's set on changing that. Louis Tomlinson, her ex best friend. And he's set on taking her away to see the world.

Continuation of "Who Will Win My Heart?" -The sequel. Leah will face many obstacles to be with the one she loves, but she will realize she will need her brother Liam to be there for her more than she thought. And will the one she chooses at the docks be her love forever or will he be just another boy, another heartbreaker?? And what will happen when she finally becomes happy, or will she be as she fights the toughest battle of her life?

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...