This place is my own personal hell, and I'd give almost anything to leave it. Well, except my trust and my pride; a girl's got to have standards. Being the hotel maid is a crap job, but I certainly see and hear things that I never would've if I'd worked elsewhere. Calum Hood's naked ass is one of those things-and I'm not sure that I dislike it. The only problem is, now he thinks he can save me. He wants to help me, to free me. And he tells me that he's falling for me. As much as I try to keep myself distant from him, I think I might be falling for him too.

Lindsay is on a summer teen tour to France and she's determined to have a fling before she comes home. And not with a fellow American. No, she's only considering boys with foreign accents. Will she find her Jacques or Jean-Claude who will look deep into her eyes and feed her Brie on baguettes? Read her travel diary to find out! Also! My new novel DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT will be out March 11th! It's about a homeroom of NYC high school students who unexpectedly get telepathy...from their flu shots. Imagine you could hear what everyone was thinking? Look for an excerpt on Wattpad!