Leighton Katmere chose to jump off the roof of the tallest building on campus at 3:04 a.m., but she didn't choose to be saved. Ronan Fitch was everything Leighton didn't trust, rich, reckless, gorgeous, and infamous for never taking anything seriously, but the night he pulled her back from the edge, he didn't leave. He kept showing up, he kept choosing her, and somehow, in a house full of chaotic frat boys, a very grumpy cat, and late night pancakes, Leighton started to feel something she hadn't felt in a long time: Safe. And when he found the list, scribbled like to her future self, full of small, impossible things she never thought she'd live long enough to do, Ronan decided they were going to start crossing it off. One by one. But surviving the night doesn't erase what came before. It doesn't fix the scars Leighton hides under sleeves, or the rumors that cling to Ronan. It doesn't stop the people who still think they get to touch her life, and when the campus finally shows its teeth, Leighton realizes safety can be taken as easily as it's given. Ronan wants her anyway, patiently, like he's not afraid of the messy parts, quiet promises and a hand held tight enough to keep her here. Leighton doesn't know how to trust a boy like him. She doesn't know how to be someone's choice, but with every item they cross off, she gets closer to the scariest one of all: Being happy. Even if it's just for a little while.

She woke up married to a billionaire. Now she has to remember why. Peyton Adair is seventeen, stubborn, and still tasting salt air from the last thing she remembers, Cape Heron's bonfire, sand under her feet, a voice too close in the dark. Then she wakes up in a luxury penthouse with stitches on her forehead, bruised ribs that make breathing hurt, and a simple gold band on her left hand. Her husband is Jamison Kade. Nineteen, tabloid famous, billionaire heir. The kind of reckless rich boy the world loves to hate, and the kind her best friend Rain swears is nothing but trouble. Peyton doesn't remember meeting him. She doesn't remember the hospital. She doesn't remember signing anything, but the paperwork is real. And when Jamie finally tells her the truth, why she was in the ER, why her mother was kept in the dark, and who was behind the wheel the night her life split in two, Peyton realizes her missing memories aren't the only thing someone's been hiding. Because the more she pulls at the threads of that lost night, the more everything unravels: her father's secrets, Rain's messy relationship drama, the scandal machine surrounding the Kade family, and the unsettling way Jamie seems to know exactly what she needs... even when she doesn't know herself. Somewhere between Cape Heron's spotlight and Brentver's quiet, Peyton has to decide what's worse, truth she can't remember, or the feelings she never meant to catch.

It started with a nosebleed. One accidental headbutt, one very public disaster, and suddenly Rory Callyns is that girl, the one who almost broke her crush's face. She's quiet, awkward, and definitely not the kind of girl who gets kissed at parties. And then there's Carden Rayne, popular, gorgeous, and the kind of boy people can't help but fall for. So when Rory asks him for help for kissing lessons and he says yes, it's supposed to be harmless. Practice, boost confidence, nothing really real, somewhere between the laughter, the late night talks, and the almosts that start to feel like more, practice stops feeling like pretending.