Joelle Robinson is a bad girl and she loves it. Until she's sent to Parker's Boot Camp for Troubled Teenage Girls. She realizes that in here, she's no longer 'bad'. She's actually one of the weaker offenders. Some of those girls have definitely done more than vandalize the school bathrooms and mess with the teachers.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

I sighed as my eyes connected with his own blue ones. He brushed his hand across my cheek. He could be so infuriating! "Beatrice, you can't run prom everything. This is your life, though you can't always have control. I know it feels like everything is crumbling down beneath your feet, but we both know you're too cunning and stubborn to let yourself fall," he says, his voice ringing with truth. <><><><><><><> Beatrice isn't your average stereotypical geek, though many peg her as one due to her impossible GPA and low social standing of only having two friends. She's contempt with her life in foster care and tight nit group of friends, but what happens when she's paired with her school's far too nice queen bee for a school project? Well, mix in an unsolvable mystery, rekindled crush, and a devastating turn of events coated with heavy sarcasm, and nothing is to be expected. Welcome to A Nerd Girls Life.

"I think something might have happened to me Saturday night. Something bad." Private Investigator Dani Ripper's client list is nuttier than the Looney Tunes conga line, but she diligently solves one crazy case after another, waiting for a game-changer. Enter Riley Freeman, 17-year-old honor student. Saturday afternoon Riley quietly placed a little strawberry sticker on her private area and pretended it was a tattoo. She didn't tell anyone about it. That night she went to a slumber party that featured drinking and boys. Riley fell asleep, woke up the next day with no reason to think anything happened... ...Until Monday, at school, when a classmate called her Strawberry. Coincidence or crime? Dani agrees to investigate. And the roller coaster ride begins.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful memories. A chance encounter with a boy, leading to handcuffs brings back Ray's life to focus. Plagued by fire, yellow tints and blue halos, Ray believes he's going crazy until he realizes that there just might be more to the boy and even more to himself. He just has to figure out how to get the fire from rekindling. --- Major Editing Going On! So there will be some things you might not understand until I'm done editing. Thank you for giving my book a chance :)

There are two things Harper Lynch wasn't expecting when she made out with an attractive stranger at her aunt's wedding. One: He would show up on her doorstep two weeks later as the son of an old family friend. Two: That he would be staying in her house, right next door to her. If living together isn't enough, Duke starts to go to Harper's school for the year, and immediately earns the status of the senior heartthrob. Suddenly, Harper, the girl who keeps mostly to herself and spends a lot of time in her room watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathons, is the envy of every girl in her high school. Harper couldn't care less, and despite that fact that she has insisted that she has in no interest in Duke, she is still subject to the wrath of jealous, catty bitches and the admiration of wide-eyed freshmen. It really doesn't help that Duke is constantly flirting with her in his own irritating yet charming way. Harper refuses to be yet another conquest, but is that what Duke wants? Or does he want more?