Gracie May Howards is a brat. She's mean, and she not very smart at all. But she has that personality that's strong that you can't say no to. She is rather naive when it comes to guys. She really doesn't know anything about love, about accomplishments, and feeling good about what you do, until she meets her arrogant, rude, straight forward, mean Tutor.

Question: What was the best way to improve my grades without having to rely on my over-achieving sister and nerds to do my homework? Answer: Get the cutie undergrad next door to tutor me. The only problem is how he wants to be paid. How the budding romance between a somewhat naive yet bitchy cheerleader with a superhero complex & a foreign transfer undergraduate with a hidden past spills over into the lives of the people around them. *started on 22 Aug 13* If you liked what you just read, please try my other works. Absolution (http://www.wattpad.com/story/8034279-absolution-erotic-mature) Allegro Vivace - PG version of Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/17302763-allegro-vivace-pg-version-of-special-tutoring) Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/7787423-special-tutoring) Red - Completed essay (http://www.wattpad.com/20442719-red)

The last thing on his mind should be his nosy parole officer.

Nia never got into any trouble, she never hung around the wrong crowd. All she did was focus on school and her future. Until Caine came into her life and made it better in more ways than she ever knew she needed. This is a love story! And don't be frightened by the length. The smut, tension and everything you can think of is THERE. You don't want to miss.

A gang banger and a stripper what can go wrong?...

"to gutta to play with a ngga"

noun the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled Something Maleeya never felt, having to move from state to state due to her father being in the navy, Maleeya never knew true peace, that was until she moves to Atlanta and runs into Nasir.

"Threw away your love letters, I thought it'd made me feel better..."

Milan Cozart lived on the low-end of Chicago. A part of the city that was unbeknownst to tourists, yet never seemed to leave the front cover of the news... for murders. In this cutthroat slice she called home, there was one rule: Show no mercy. However, when you hold the life of a notorious drug lord in your hands... you may find yourself hesitating. Milan knew the rule, but she also knew who Ramses Young was as well. The man had spared the life of her brother the night her parents had died. Now, he laid bleeding out in her arms. He was meant to die. Because of her, he lived. And, because of her, bodies would drop.