-AU- She has completely taken over my thoughts. Her eyes shone like the brightest of stars on my darkest nights, she became my light, and for that I will be forever thankful. -- A story about a girl named Jessica, who has had a traumatic past, and a boy named Harry, with a broken family and an ill mother. When Jessica is assigned to take on the roll of a home care nurse, she could never have expected what would come along with it; him. When these two meet there is an instant connection, and before they know it, they are falling for each other. However, their pasts are not letting them go that easily. When everything begins to crumble, will the feelings they have for each other keep them from crumbling, too? Or will the overwhelming ache of whats happened years ago cause one of them to reach their breaking point? Follow Harry and Jessica's journey through coping with pain, learning to trust, healing from past scars and dealing with the overwhelming struggle of learning to love. -- ©2015 Write_for1direction All rights Reserved Any copying of this work without the permission and awareness of the author shall be reported and dealt with accordingly.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...