After being kicked out of her own dorm by her roommate, Bailey Underwood has no choice but to relocate on the boarding school's campus. Unfortunately, that means she has to take the only available space - which is in the boys' building, and involves her having to share with the reigning bad boy of the school, Chase Gold. Now, this nerdy bookworm is trapped in the midst of a testosterone-infested waste land, and must spend the rest of the year rooming with who appears to be a heartless jerk. Will Bailey survive, or will she crack under the pressure? [ reached romance #14 on 06/24/2015 ] [ reached humor #43 on 08/21/2014 ] [ amazing cover by @rippedsleeves_ ]

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

ONLY 3 CHAPTERS WILL BE AVAILABLE AFTER December 21st, 2021 WARNING: CLICHES AHEAD. LOTS. OF. THEM I cocked my head to the side and glared at him. "And if I don't want to go?" I asked him in a challenging voice, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You're coming with me- even if I have to drag your butt out of bed in your pajamas," he said casually, sending a punch to the bag. I glared at him and crossed my arms. "You're lucky I like you," I grumbled, and his cocky smirk didn't go unnoticed by me, at all. "Keep on smirking, bud. I'll have your butt on the ground in seconds." I glared at his back. * * * She's an undefeated street fighter He's a curious stereotyped 'bad boy'. She's ruthless. He's nosy. She's cold. He's too cocky for his own good. She's the school's reserved straight-A student. He's the school's labeled 'bad boy' who has a secret brain. She fights to let it all out. He watches her to figure her out. Claire Walker is her name. Blake Johnson is his. There's no way love can find these two with her past beginning to catch up with her and his life beginning to pressure down on him. To know her reason for fighting, you'll have to strike your focus into her past. To understand any of him, you'll have to duck beneath his surface and find out. So there's just one question left: Are these two really prepared for the fight of their life? Cover made by beezgobuzz Highest Ranking: #37 in Romance #45 in Teen Fiction

A BAD BOY STOLE MY BRA is published and no longer available on Wattpad. It is available in multiple languages, including English, French, German, Italian and Indonesian as paperback and e-book internationally. It is also available as an adaptation on the app Episode - 'It Started With a Bra.' This copy has the first 3 chapters ONLY. SPIN OFF SEQUEL (Same characters): The Anti Delinquent System is fully available on Wattpad! It follows Chase's love story, with large amounts of Riley, Alec, Joe, Violet and Dylan! Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie. You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that's when you see it. Your new neighbour, clambering halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE BRA. What do you do? Well, you scream obviously. Then what? Why, you get revenge of course. Romance #1 Humour #3 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover and Official Trailer made by @moonxriver

They Said It Was An Accident... Sawyer Dodd is a star athlete, a straight-A student, and the envy of every other girl who wants to date Kevin Anderson. When Kevin dies in a tragic car crash, Sawyer is stunned. Then she opens her locker to find a note: You're welcome. Someone saw what he did to her. Someone knows that Sawyer and Kevin weren't the perfect couple they seemed to be. And that someone—a killer—is now shadowing Sawyer's every move... "What a ride! Full of twists and turns—including an ending you won't see coming!"—April Henry, New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die I will be posting new chapters of Truly Madly Deadly every WEDNESDAY as a run-up to the release of my brand new thriller See Jane Run (JAN 2014). Enjoy!

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.