Keeley accidentally swaps cell phones with a rivaling high school's star quarterback. Unable to switch back until a week later, she must interact with the arrogant boy, passing along texts and voicemails. As she gets to know him better, she realizes there's more to him than sexual innuendos and egotistical comments. But when identities are revealed and secrets are exposed, will Keeley's feelings remain? Available in bookstores now! Look for it under its new title, TEXTROVERT.

New York is hiding something, something silent yet deadly. Iris Row has a license to kill. But alas, this is no scripted James Bond movie, this is reality. And in reality, we make mistakes. The bustling city and its fast-paced people continue with their lives, unaware of the secrets, lies and murder going on beneath the city's bright and lively front. Secrets, lies and completely legal... murder.

Summer Garrow has a nearly perfect life. Her family managed to escape the claws of the Better Living Industries (Or BL/Ind) and live peacefully away from it all. Until one day they are found. Managing to escape, Summer witnesses her family's murder. Left alone to wander the desert, she soon comes across mischievous funny killjoy, Party Poison. Can she manage to get her crumbling world back together? Or will BL/Ind win over her life?

The sequel to "Jake Pitts Is My Father"

Jake Pitts has come to take his daughters away from their abusive mother.

Susan is your typical teenage girl in highschool that is misunderstood and ignored but what happens when she goes to a local bakery store. Will she find her perfect match or will it be too late. read and find out

You never know how sick and twisted some people really are. Take Madame, for instance. You've probably never met anyone as demented as her. Why? She kidnaps kids. And that's not even the worst part. She makes them go to finishing school. When Vivienne is taken from her friends and family and forced to go to Madame's Institute for Discipline and Order, she knows she will do whatever it takes to escape. But how do you even begin to escape from a place with armed body-guards, electrified chain-link fences, forty kids who have had all the fight taken out of them, and an insane woman who will stop at nothing to never let you go?

“I hate you.” “No you don’t.” He replied smoothly. He stood there staring at me and it was times like this I begged for Edward Cullen’s mind reading gift. He was leaning on the old desk in the middle of the classroom, ignoring the groans of protest coming from the crappy piece of furniture. “There are a lot of things you do, but hating me isn’t one of them.” “And what makes you so sure of that?” He let out a helpless sigh and ran a hand roughly down his face. He stood up and relieved the desk of the extra and unwanted weight of his muscled but lean body. He looked at me and the expression on his face made me almost feel sorry for him. Almost. “A, I’m sorry.” “No, Mason, don’t call me that.” My eyes were locked shut in fear of him seeing how watery they were. “I’m Anna to you. Just Anna.” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*