This is a fanfic sequel to Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. There will be *SPOILERS* for Carry On, so definitely read that first! I just loved the book so much, and I couldn't stop thinking about the characters and wondering what their lives would be like post-epilogue. Would Simon ever find out the truth about his parents? Is Baz immortal? Will Penny move to America to be with Micah? Is Agatha ever going to return to the World of Mages? Would Fiona come across Nico in her new gig as a vampire hunter? I thought it'd be fun to explore all these questions and more in a serialized story. I'm not sure how many parts there will be, or how often I will update this, but I couldn't get the ideas out of my head unless I started writing them down. So that's what this is. I hope you enjoy!

Seat filler Lincoln Parker never expected to accidentally fall on one knee in front of world-famous superstar Emily Margot. Now, with his face on the cover of every tabloid, he has to pretend to be her lover-and keep hidden his real, growing feelings as their time together starts to run out. ***** When 23-year-old Lincoln Parker accidentally trips over famous actress Emily Margot, he never imagines that she would ask him to be her pretend fiancé until the scandal-of being caught supposedly proposing to her-blows over in the media. Because he's a relative nobody; just an army medic on leave, moonlighting at award shows as a seat filler. But with his name on the dotted line of their contract, he has to find a way to survive in her Hollywood bubble and also bury his growing anxiety, especially as his leave from the army runs out. Can their budding relationship withstand the distance? Is their love built to last? [ General fiction #2 chick lit #4 ] [Wattys 2015 Winner - HQ Love) [word count: 60,000-70,000 words] Cover designed by Lucas Fisher Sequel: The Game Changer

"Computer problems again?" "Yeah." "Of course."

a lot can happen on the upper deck of the forty-four.

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling hopelessly in love with her.

[Contains JohnLock] Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes. The two brilliant, emotionless, sociopathic brothers. But there's another Holmes. A female Holmes. Enter Avery Holmes - the brilliant, crazy sister - the Third Holmes.

Hannah Taylors finally gives in to her desperation and does one of the stupidest things a girl can do to grab her unapproachable long-time crush Jonah Gibbs' attention: spill soda on his white shirt and leave a motherfrigging red blotch on it. Accidentally... on purpose.

College. It's that day when you're out of the house, and into the world. When you realize that it's a whole big world out there. Mom's out, dad's out. College is in, and it's all up to you on getting into college. It's your responsibility to work hard, and get that degree. 'Course, it's not that bad! Heck, it's a lot of fun. *Spiritual Sequel to the "Teen Guide" *

A girl and guy with their own set of complications fall in love when she kisses him in Times Square. Cover: @flieur Trailer: @metropolis- Copyright © 2012 C.

Standing at the edge is easy. Going over the edge takes more than you think. I'm the guy that always took the first step or went flying by with my hair on fire. I still do crazy stuff but now only the heights aren't as lofty and the risks aren't as severe. Why? Either because I'm a little wiser or there's not as much to risk. I haven't figured that part out yet. Maybe I'm not smart enough to know when I should/could take a break from standing at the edge and making that step. But, that's not important. What is important is that when I go I will know what it's like to have gone over the edge. If you're lucky, you'll have similar experiences and be able to use what i have done as a set of rules for how not to live your life. See you when I see you unless you go over the edge before I do, Roger Hamrsmyth