They say money can buy happiness. Emily Parker is trying to make bank to prove that saying right but no matter how hard she pounds the pavement in peep-toe heels and pencil skirts, she's nowhere near the success that her father, a career salesman, always said she would have. At the brink of losing a deal that could cost her more than she can afford, Emily quickly loses the spring in her step and the usually present smile on her face. On what's likely the worst night of her life, she finds herself stranded in the company of her intriguing neighbor whose laid-back outlook in life only highlights her own lack of it. Suddenly unplugged from the pressures of her life, Emily rediscovers the simple pleasures she'd long taken for granted, forcing her to question if the dream she's traded them for was even hers to begin with. She's about to make the pitch of her life-to chase her own happiness. The question is, can she afford it?

Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

A book about the stuff I hate and why I hate it. And whatever else I want to throw in there because I don't follow your rules. NOTE: Seriously if you read any of this and get offended just shhhh because I really don't feel like hearing it at all.

"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]

❝Nights are for talking.❞ [Short Story #36]

It was a piece of sea glass.

12 Thursdays, 1 bitchy Walmart worker, and 1 bubblegum boy. [Short Story #25 // Humor #153] // don't read this, iT SUCKS ASS //

[a story] in which an ailing girl checks off everything on her bucket list with a little help from her weirdly attractive neighbor. [spiritual #8 // short story #41] WARNING: this shit is cheesy as hell i wanna gouge my eyes out

Sometimes it snows, and sometimes you meet beautiful boys with cameras, and sometimes it snows and you meet beautiful boys with cameras. // #20 in short story //

// DON'T READ THIS I AM WARNING YOU DO NOT READ THIS IT'S HORRIBLE AND CRINGE WORTHY AND CHEESY AF AND DEFINITELY NOT IN THE GOOD WAY AND OHMYGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS PLS DON'T YOU'LL BE SAVING YOURSELF FROM HORRENDOUS WRITING AND ME FROM EMBARRASSMENT AND LITERALLY I'M JUST KEEPING THIS UP BC IT HAS 100K READS, SOMETHING I THOUGHT I'D NEVER ACHIEVE, BUT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, DON'T FUCKING READ IT. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, DUDE. // "Let's go somewhere," he said. "Where?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Let's go to see the stars." *** Audrey's mother had always said he would grow up to be handsome. Handsome and dangerous. [Adventure #23 // ChickLit #47 // Teen Fiction #503]