~The Second Book in the Best Friends Series~ Cameron Parsons had just found out that his best friend, Adelyn Young, was in love with him. He read all 70 messages she never sent him, and thought about each one. Now that she is off the college, he discovers the hidden feelings he never knew he had. He is in love with his best friend. Now, he's on a trip to talk to her, and learn to love his best friend. Adelyn Young, anxious and fearing what Cameron will say to her. He said he had to bring some things, and she can't help but wonder what those things are. A knife to stab her heart? Scissors to cut her heart open? Another pair of scissors to shred her heart to pieces? She can only think of the bad things that will happen. She never though that he would do what he did. ------ Written in both perspectives, which will be shown at the beginning of each chapter. Although the chapters will be short, please join Addy and Cam as they learn to love their best friend. -Faded Started: June 29, 2017 Completed: July 24, 2017 Edited: Yes [ x ] No [ ] Currently Editing [ ] [Book 2 in the Best Friends Series]

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."