"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

(Preferable no one reads this until editing is complete. Thank you.) Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. Romance. Keelea Rivers is your average teenager just trying to get through school. She has never considered her life a struggle; with life-long friends, reasonable grades, and a tight-knit family, Keelea is satisfied in the direction her life is heading. In her childhood town of Easton, nothing terrible ever seems to happen within the small community—until the body of Tamara Smith is found brutally murdered, a black rose pinned to her chest. The citizens soon erupt in an uproar as more bodies are discovered over the period of months. No one expected a serial killer to run loose within their once peaceful town. The people of Easton are now in fear of their life; curfews are set to protect their safety, the police force have expanded from a small station to a vastly growing squad—with more power, more investigators and extensive amount of hours, no piece of evidence is left unturned as they try to protect their townspeople. It soon becomes apparent that the serial killer has a fascination with young woman who have blonde hair. Keelea's once ordinary and secure life soon comes crashing down as her very existence is threatened. Why? Because Keelea has blonde hair... And she's next on The Black Rose Killer's list.

Derek Knight, Kingsbury's youngest murderer, finally gets his chance to live a normal life with girlfriend Arabella after he's released from prison. While Arabella is ready to settle down and start a family, Derek is more worried about being a better person and setting off on the right path. When Derek's old boss Gavin, a kingpin drug dealer, offers him his old job back, Derek quickly refuses to go back to his old ways. When Gavin resorts to drastic measures, Derek is forced to step up in a way he's never done before to save himself and the girl he loves. Book 2 of 'My Bad Boy Is A Murderer'.

Derek Knight has always been Kingsbury's bad boy. But when he's arrested his freshman year of high school, for the murder of Thomas Harding, his reputation goes from bad to worse. After a short three year incarceration in juvenile detention, Derek returns to Kingsbury High to finish his senior year. He's feared by everyone and afraid of no one. When Arabella Masterson, a quiet girl who prefers to blend in, is assigned to tutor Derek for the rest of the school year, Derek finds his hard shell slowly beginning to crack. When Derek brings a little spice to Arabella's world, she finds herself craving more. With issues from Derek's past and his bad boy reputation always getting in the way, can Derek and Arabella somehow fight through it all, or is the relationship they worked to build a means to an end? (This is an updated description for the book edit)

"The gun shots were followed by screams. This can't be happening, this kind of thing didn't happen in my town, it was only on the news, this can't be actually be happening. "Allison we have to get down," Harry states seriously." *Contains explicit content*