For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

Written by Jenny Rosen & Edited/Developmentally Edited by Kristen Maglonzo @kaelking12 Love's a disappearing act, death's an illusion. When Hailey Anderson, daughter of a dangerous D.C. senator, slams into Caleb Evans, a pretty boy with a million-dollar smile and a million ugly secrets, she figures fate has finally given her an escape from the broken home she's desperate to distance herself from. Their seemingly star-crossed encounter results in her being drugged and dragged out of Washington as Caleb's ugly background bubbles to the surface. Caught between deadly family ties, financial desperation, and an intriguing new hostage, Caleb struggles to walk the line between loyalty and frightening new feelings for Hailey. When his brothers discover Caleb distancing himself from their last chance plan for survival turned federal crime, they stop at nothing to tear the two of them apart. When helping Hailey means losing everything, will Caleb stay barbwire-tied to his brothers or hold on to a hostage who's got a hold on him? ***The Runaways sequel, WANTED is now available on my profile!***

"When he walked past my room, with a male figure in a blue doctors coat, holding his arms and a cart that held his IV bags , with little tubes connecting to his nostrils, he looked angelic. How could someone so endearing, innocent and beautiful, have such an awful curse, to hold him back from so much in the world? But for the first time in my life, I'm thankful for my illness, and his too. For if we had not these illnesses, we never would've laid eyes on each other. We never would have shared a conversation about silly things like whether pigeons have feelings or not. We never would've shared intelligent conversations, like what we would down when we're older, if we made it to that. But what haunts me the most out of it all is, the one thing that killed me the most, led me to the one thing that made me feel the most alive." © All Rights Reserved To irwindrugs. Copyright 2014.