Life can throw unexpected things at you. Things can change in a blink of an eye but people don't. At least not deep down they don't, they're still the same. Aubrey Willows has experienced more pain and heartbreak in her life than any teenage girl her age. The loss of her parents is a daily struggle she faces, however she is determined to do them proud by excelling in school and graduating. Things take a turn when Hunter Steele walks into her life. They were polar opposites. Two complete different personalities. Two complete different looks on the world. Different struggles they were facing. But who ever thought such differences could result in this. ©All rights reserved 2018 ! W A R N I N G ! Explicit Language and Content

*****PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS FORCED TO MARRY A BILLIONAIRE MANWHORE***** Getting married is a day most girls daydream about from childhood to adulthood. A day where you wear a gorgeous white gown and walk down the isle to your amazing groom. Girls plan the entire day, from the setting to the cake. But what do you do when you can have all of that, except the one important thing? Love. Sage Slade is in that very predicament. After finding out she's actually the granddaughter of a billionaire by the name of Andrew Emerson, a man who owns a variety of successful franchises. Sage is immediately forced into an engagement with the son of her grandfather's closest friend, Greyson Blackstone. Greyson's a manwhore and he doesn't hide it, Sage hates it and doesn't hide it. Putting them together is like fire and ice. One moment they could care less about each other then suddenly they're at each other's throats. Despite that, feelings develop, and inevitable heartbreak comes with it. A roller coaster ride most would say. But one that's too tempting to ride. Maybe there's a happy ending for the two. Then again, maybe there's not. HIGHEST RANKING #2 IN GENERAL FICTION #1 IN YOUNG ADULT #1 IN ROMANCE ****UNDER HEAVY EDITING****

"I hate you" she spat, looking up from her paper. He rolled his eyes while releasing a quiet chuckle. She glared at him as she turned back to her paper. "I mean it" she said more quietly this time when he didn't respond. He continued to grin at her, earning him an exaggerated eye roll. He scotched his chair close to her desk only to whisper, "I hate you more" in her ear, before turning back to the essay. She scowled at him. This was going to be a long year. (Formerly known as Hate You)