[Wattys 2023 Grand Prize Winner] After an eight-hour flight sitting next to her high school nemesis Jackson Carter, fashion designer and barista Isabelle Curtis thought that would finally be the last she would see of him. But as the saying goes, famous last words. * * * Isabelle Curtis and Jackson Carter were fierce academic rivals in high school, up until Jackson moved to the UK in junior year for boarding school. Eight years later, Jackson has returned from abroad to take on the role of CEO at his late father's company. When Isabelle and Jackson meet again, there's a war of words, banter and a passionate dislike towards each other. Throw in a high school reunion, some more chaos, and a 'deal' in the mix-one that might just involve a little faking and pretending. It's all fun and games and tit for tat, almost just like in high school, until real feelings become involved...

"When love got in the way..." Catastrophe: an event causing great and usually sudden damage or suffering; a disaster. It seemed as though my life brought nothing but disasters, one after the other, never giving me a break. But this catastrophe was something more than I was expecting. It was Nathan, and all of the events that followed after him. Hideous and terrible but yet beautiful, so beautiful. ***** Kim was done with her family and men, they were two things that could only bring heartache and she was sick of it. But after five years of running, she discovers her past is not something she can leave behind. Nathan, a CIA Agent comes looking for answers and forces Kim to embark on a trip full of disasters, lies, tears, attraction and maybe... love?

Highest Ranking #512 in Romance The song itself held so much meaning to our situation, so I committed it to memory, remembering each step and exactly how it felt to be in his arms for one last time. "Are you going to come to the wedding?" Enrique asked warily, as if he were dreading the answer. "Yes, I promise that I'll be there. Unless, you don't want me to come." I rushed out feeling panicked. Maybe he didn't want me to come, what if it was too hard- "What if you break your promise?" I mentally sighed in relief and smiled softly. "Ree, I will never break a promise to you. For as long as my heart is beating, no matter the pain it brings. I'm here today and I'll be there when you marry her in two weeks. Trust me." I stared into his eyes, hoping that he would see how much I meant my words and how much I loved him. ∞ ∞ ∞ Megan is an innocent, independent and beautiful woman. Enrique is a cocky, Greek God like playboy. When the two's worlds collide, the chemistry is explosive. Through a series of nasty confrontations and misinterpretations, the two end up hating each other, but neither can deny the strong attraction. Just as things finally start looking up for the couple an unfortunate turn of events leave both of them heartbroken and alone. Will the dynamic couple overcome the obstacles thrown in their path or will their sacrifices mean the end of their love story? I mean, what is a love story without a little hate? Without a little hurt?

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Josie Kirkland loves music. She loves her family. And she loves her new job... Travis Fischer loves music. He loves his band. And he loves his son... She wants him, and he always thought of her as that pesky little girl who liked to tease him relentlessly. Playing and working together will take a little compromising...on both their parts.

Spring Dixon is determined to discover the truth behind the unspeakable crime her former brother-in-law is accused of. The intrepid reporter will go to any lengths to find out what really happened, but once she does, can she admit her longstanding love for him? Police officer Colton Pritchard has trouble maintaining a relationship, but Spring has him rethinking his assertion he was meant to end up alone. If she discovers the truth about the crime he's accused of committing, he's afraid she'll reject him. And if she doesn't stand by him, how can he ever tell her he loves her?

Amelia Costa has always led a normal life; a good job, parents that love her and a bestfriend who's just as crazy as she is. Or at least it was normal, until her parents invited her over to dinner.

Audrey Blake is a British woman seeking a new life in the Big Apple. Hell bent on a new start, with no drama, she finds herself chased by three men. The ego. The cash.....and a surprise late arrival. Who will win her heart, and at what cost will they pursue her? With drama, romance and a little sauce thrown into the mix, 'The Good, The Bad and The Loaded' is a tale of true love conquering all!

He just kept smiling while shaking his head. "After you, Snowflake," he said, sweeping his hand, but I only growled at him, thoroughly unamused by the name. "Call me Snowflake one more time--" I started, my voice low, but he seemed unfazed by it. "Your death threats are getting stale, do you not think, love?" He asked, emphasizing the last word with a raised eyebrow. When she took on the dare, the last thing she expected was to be captured like a wild animal and brought to a grand palace belonging to one of the three Gordon boys. She certainly didn't expect to play the part of a Protector or to constantly question her emotions for a pair of arrogant, blue eyes. (First installment of the Gordon series. Kendall Gordon's story.) Cover designer: maejestic Highest Ranking: #1 WEREWOLF/ #2 RANDOM

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014