Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! --- *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* --- "You're so cute and innocent,'' He says laughing. "Like a kitten." "I-I.. Shut up," I grumble. "Aw, don't be mad, little kitten." He says with a smirk plastered on that stupid face of his. 'This bad boy will be the death of me.' I think as I try and keep the blush off my face. ***** Summer Reynolds is the nerd. Jayden Vermont is the bad boy. When Summer and her bestfriend since childhood, Carly, run into Jayden and his band of bad boys, things get awkward. And when Summer and Jayden get closer what will happen? Will Jayden stop being the player and actually fall in love? Will Jayden's past be too much for them to handle? Follow Summer and Jayden on their awkward, flirty, funny and dangerous adventure. **A/N: (UNDER MAJOR EDITING!) I'm in the process of major editing and reconstruction. This was my first story and it is not very detailed, has a lot of grammar mistakes (cringe worthy), but I hope you like it anyways. Thank you to those that read**

“I’m going to get straight to the point. I want you to make me fall in love with you.” Camila Jones is fearless. She’s also uncontrollably fierce and overly ambitious which tends to be a bad combination. When she unexpectedly fails an audition due to her inability to express love, she’s forced to reconsider something she swore she would never do when she was a kid – fall in love. But where is a seventeen year old supposed to find a guy to fall in love with? Turns out, it might be a lot simpler than she thought.

It's just an ordinary day for octogenarian sleuth Myrtle Clover-until her yardman discovers a dead body planted in her backyard. This death isn't cut and dried-the victim was bashed in the head with one of Myrtle's garden gnomes. Myrtle's friend Miles recognizes the body and identifies him as Charles Clayborne... reluctantly admitting he's a cousin. Charles wasn't the sort of relative you bragged about-he was a garden variety sleaze, which is very likely why he ended up murdered. As Myrtle starts digging up dirt to nip the killings in the bud, someone's focused on scaring her off the case. Myrtle vows to find the murderer...before she's pushing up daisies, herself.