A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

Highest ranking: #1 in teen fiction. I though I knew Archer McCarty. The controlling, stubborn bad boy who always try and get his way, the bully who made my childhood days waste away. The guy who grew up to be hot as hell. That was why I agree to play the game, for revenge. I wasn't prepared to see a whole different side of him. He is overwhelming and possessive. He goes all caveman when another guy so much as breathe in my direction. He let me break his defense. The tables are turned and I see everything in his view. It seems to make more sense. I wasn't expecting to fall for him by unraveling him but it was easy. I don't know how to tell him that all of these started with that game. Do I even want to? [WARNING: PG-13 Some scenes may be inappropriate for younger crowds. If you are not a fan of over the top possessive hero. This is not the book for you]

Ashley Martin has been through more grief than a person experiences in their entire life and carries baggage that no kid should ever entail. Tyler Miller is the school's scandalous bad boy who acts on impulse, blinded rage and will single-handedly destroy anybody who stands in his way. Then all of a sudden, they're thrown together and despite their destructive past, they're forced to overcome their differences. It's time for Ashley to stop running away from his death glares, blank stares and that spine-chilling scowl that reminds her just how little he cares. Driven by a whirlwind of secrets, a class assignment and midnight walks into the past, things should start working out. But then fate kicks in; hard-hitting and soul-crushing. It's a fight-or-flight situation, a reincarnation of her past, a chance for him to right the wrongs he did by her. A second chance is like giving someone an extra bullet for their gun after they missed you the first time round. So here's Tyler's gun. Here's Ashley's heart. And here's to their second chance, however hopeless it may seem.

What's a football player's most prized possession? The fame? The popularity? The pride? Nope, it's his jersey. Copper Wright High School has just been entered in a charity tournament that has the best teams in Texas playing against each other for the grand prize of 75 thousand dollars in scholarships. The quarterback has the pressure of many student's futures on the line, including his, but will he let one special girl distract him from it all? As they say, you can't win them all. And it all started with his jersey.

In which Sakura Haruno gets herself expelled and is transferred (slash forced) to a school that literally revolves around the one thing she is best at but is forbidden to do: Fighting. Her grandfather and her strike a deal; if she can keep her family background and abilities hidden for the whole school year, her grandfather would do anything she wants all Summer break. If she can't, she will have to agree with anything her grandfather says without question. At first, it was simple. Then she found out it was an all boys' school and she is once again forced to keep yet another secret: her gender. With everything getting even more complicated as the days pass, she could curse that student council president for being such a brat and making Sakura punch her. "Haruno, there is no such thing as no fighting in this school. It's life. Deal with it."

Ian Macpherson and Charlotte (or Charlie, as Ian calls her) Henry had been the best of friends since either could remember. But when Charlotte's mother dies of cancer when she was thirteen, Charlotte goes into a depression that even Ian can't help her out of and pushed them farther and farther apart. Charlotte's depression caused her to gain weight and become the laughing stock of the school. Even her best friend Ian turned on her. But that's when Charlotte moved away to England because of her father's job. Now it's both Ian and Charlotte's senior year and everything is about to change for them both. Ian became the hot player that any girl would happily be with. He never thought he'd see Charlotte again since she'd moved to England. But now she's back and looking totally different. Charlotte still can't forget what Ian and his friends did to her before she left for England. But when they meet again, Charlotte can't help but have her feelings for Ian come flooding back to her. And maybe, just maybe, Ian will let himself feel what he'd hidden from her forever.

"You've always told me that you wanted a special first kiss." He whispered, and my heart skipped a beat as I stared into his familiar eyes. How could this be the last time I ever saw him? His hands enclosed my cheeks, and he stroked his thumb on my skin as he drew closer. "Samantha Jenna Holland," he whispered into my ear "That's my gift to you, your first kiss". And that was it before she had lost her best friend. He was leaving to go and live on the other side of the world. His family wanted to erase the past and start over, and she was a major part of his past. At 16, her world came crumbling down. She'd lost Kyan forever. But forever is too long, right? ** Eight years later, she's still single. As a teenager, she used to obsess over all the romantic dramas that smeared the magazines and televisions shows. At 24, she became a realist and understood that all that sappy sh*t didn't just magically happen. She needed to be patient. She had her chance at love once, but he'd left her. Sometimes she still wondered what had happened to Kyan. Now, she's work-oriented and ready to be the most successful woman in the world. Romance was no longer a priority, and she'd accepted that not everyone flies away on a unicorn with prince charming . And that fireworks don't happen for everyone. And that being single isn't necessarily bad. And if she was going to date someone, she wasn't going to waste her time on anything below perfection. But then she met Noel Michaels, a handsome, smart and, did I mention, famous man who was so out of her league that she felt allured to him. And after 8 years, she felt her heart skip a beat again.

“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.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

He leaned in closer, if that was even possible, his spearmint breath fanning across my face. My breathing got caught in my throat as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You can deny liking me, wanting me, but let's face it- You're like all the rest. You're that good girl who so secretly but desperately wants to change me. All girls want to be the one that makes the bad boy change, they want him to change for them. So you can go around, acting like you don't care about me, go ahead Bella, do that. But let me tell you this, I enjoy a good chase, and that's exactly what you are. Cause Bella, I get what I want, and I want you." ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My full name is Bellatrix Annaliese Brown. Yeah yeah, weird name. Anyways, I am from London, England and moved here once before when I was sixteen. After being bullied, I moved back to England, where I was living with my Aunt till my parents decided I should come back to America for my senior year in high school. As you can see, I don't have the best of luck, which I guess is why- I became the Bad Boy's Victim. ___________________ PUBLISHED AND CAN BE BOUGHT ON AMAZON! http://www.amazon.com/Being-Bad-Boys-Victim-Romantic-ebook/dp/B016PSBM70/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1445179301&sr=1-1