A not so typical high school romance that is about a high school gymnastics team and their lives.

Logan and Isabella were two teenagers inlove... or at least, once inlove. When Isabella opens up that she has fallen out of love with Logan, she realizes that her definition of love is just falling and nothing more. But Logan is determined to make Isabella think otherwise. He's willing to make her fall inlove with him as many times as he has to. To help her realize that love is not just simply falling, but holding onto what made you fall.

Some things are just unintended... like bumping into a conceited vampire at a party, hating his guts then - against all your better judgement and frequent protests - inexplicably making him believe that you've fallen in love with him. Then before you know it you're being sucked into a world of fantasy and danger that you had no idea existed. Of course, these things are just bound to happen to Anne Forbes - it's just her luck. She doesn't even want this, but who even asked for her opinion on these things?

Sequel to Reckless. Some things are just bound to happen… like your past finally catching up with you even after years on the run from it. Anne Forbes may have changed into heartless vampire hunter but Chris Everdeen is certainly the same vampire, thirsty for both blood and revenge. The plans that the supernaturals are devising and the unwelcome addition of some figures from the past might make her life a little more troublesome than she first thought.

"Kiss me, like you love me" he said. I kissed him with all I had.. He smirked as we pulled apart. "I hate you" i breathed out. He smirked again "So why did you kiss me?" he asked. I looked down, I cant do this anymore, but I know I have to.. " Because the price of not kissing you was too high" he leaned closer and whispered to my ear "What was the price again?" I shivered, when the memories came running back to me, but I pushed them away. "My father's life" I finally said. What happens if 17 years old Cornelia founds that her father was kidnaped by the Williams brothers , her childhood best friend and his brother... Now they hate each other. And she has pretend to be in love with one of them to get him back.. But why? And what's in for them? How strong their hate is? Read and find out...

Lewis Champion is in love--total, hopeless, unrequited love--with Jubilee Marshfield. Which is complicated, because she's his best friend. And even though his other best friend Shoe, and his awesome grandfather, Paps, are both rooting for him, Lewis can't get up the courage to tell her how he feels. He's always been a wallflower, watching people and making theories rather than acting on his feelings. In a last-ditch effort for her affection, Lewis acts in a play alongside his two friends, and he discovers a talent hidden within himself. But when Paps suddenly dies and leaves in his will a most mysterious task for Lewis, he must find a way to follow through. And along the way, he discovers the secrets of stories, the courage to say what he feels, and a whole new meaning to the word "acting." The only question is, will his best friend feel the same way, or will he lose her when he tells her? Baker Lawley, the award-winning author of THE BATTLE HYMN BLUES, spins a tale of love, drama, and friendship and a good old-fashioned road trip along the way. STEALING THE SHOW is a fun ride on the meaning of acting and the way stories and plays help us make sense of the things we act on.

"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved