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Sometimes you just have to take flight. A summer in New Orleans is exactly what Allie needs before starting college. Accepting her dad's invitation to work at his hotel offers an escape from her ex-boyfriend and the chance to spend the summer with her best friend. Meeting a guy is the last thing on her mind-until she sees Levi. Unable to resist the infuriating yet alluring Levi, Allie finds herself at the center of a supernatural society and forced to decide between following the path she has always trusted or saving a city that might just save her. *New Adult Paranormal Romance*

It started on Wattpad and now it's hitting the screen. Read the original story that inspired the film and then watch KISSING IS THE EASY PART now available on Tubi. KISSING IS THE EASY PART is published by Wattpad Books. Please order from the link in my profile. *** Being beautiful might as well be Flora Morgan's only talent. Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She likes fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants - until she meets Sean, who is like the clock striking midnight; he erases all her magic power. He is as mature and sophisticated as the dark roasted coffee he drinks, while she is like a lollipop: colorful, dazzling on the outside but empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside. The attraction is instant, but getting a kiss is only the first step. To keep their fire burning, they must accept each other's differences and decide if what they're building is strong enough to survive trials, jealousy, expectations, and the fear of becoming someone they no longer recognize.

Arabella Von Katt is .... the other woman. Too perfect to ever be owned by one man. Too wild to be a house wife. Too scared to fall in love. Too experienced to commit.

"I'm nobody's hero, Lenore. Don't expect me to save you." Amos 'Frost' Fitzell is an alcoholic and known gang member, but he's someone who still has morals. Lenore Coon is a stripper. She believes men are all the same. But they somehow both change when Frost hears the sound of sobbing in an alleyway and finds Lenore struggling against a man. Frost doesn't expect anything in return, all he wants is to forget about the incident, but Lenore finds herself following Frost around like a lost puppy. Frost teaches Lenore not to be prejudice. Lenore teaches Frost to love.

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."

"Lie to me," she whispered, her brown eyes glazing with tears, "tell me that you won't leave me again, that I'm the only one..." she gulped, feeling her bottom lip trembling with emotion as she fought to contain her calm composure, "that...that you love me." He nodded, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone, caressing the freckles he adored so much and whispered, "I will never leave you again," his ocean blue eyes stared deep into hers, the intensity making her weak at the knees, "you're the only one, Savannah." Blake touched her bottom lip, making it tremble harder under his touch and he gave her a lopsided smile, "And I love you." His lips pressed against hers gently, making her gasp in anticipation and it was the most amazing feeling she had felt since he had left her. Everything felt in place, in order, she felt at home. But she knew it wouldn't last and she understood; she told him to tell her a lie. But the sincerity in his voice and eyes was clearer than any crystals in the universe. Maybe, just maybe, they were just white lies. ~*~ P u b l i s h e d : 1 1 / 1 7 / 1 5 C o v e r : m e

❝They think I killed those girls. ❞ He says, staring up at the stars with his grey eyes. ❝ Did you? ❞I ask. ❝Maybe.❞ He smiles. ------------------------------------------------------ Beauty queen, Sparrow LaLourie is unsure what to think about the 'maybe-killer' of five innocent teenage girls. Jack Coult is charming and handsome - a regular Ted Bundy - but capable of murder? The bodies keep appearing. One in the river, one on a church pew, another on a swing set. Sparrow can't figure out if the boy that laughed at the fact that their names combined made 'Jack Sparrow' is a serial killer or just someone she could fall for.

We're all prone killers here.

Dahlia Rey is a squatter - a drifter. She has no family. No true home. Her life seems to move at the speed of light and she can't seem to grasp it. She thinks she's truly hit the jackpot when she comes across a luxurious penthouse in the freezing winter. January Kane is a contract killer - a hitman. He's usually out on business, however he owns a beautiful penthouse on the top floor of a building in the city. He returns every few months when business is slow. He didn't expect to find a woman resting in his bed, let alone fall for her.