(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

Chosen when a child, Lady Joselyn is trained to be a ruthless killer. She is destined to be the English king's assassin and protector. Only he and the guild master are supposed to know. It's a life and death secret that must be kept. For an assassin survival is precarious. Life is something you simply cannot take for granted because the next day is never granted. Despite her privileged upbringing, Joselyn quickly learned how to survive on her own and to never trust a soul while following the Guild without question. Upon her return to England, a murderous plot against King Cassiush is discovered. Joselyn is shocked when she finds out who the fiend is. She's even more shocked when the King proposes marriage, a lot. An assassin has never married her king before. The last one who fell in love had her tongue ripped out and was burned alive. Letting her emotions cloud her judgment, Joselynfalls for Cassius and agrees to the marriage, jeopardizing not only his life but her own. Disobeying the Guild means death. Now she must figure out how to keep them both alive and not piles of smoldering ash.

Alex has never had a normal life. As a kid her parents sold her and her brother Ricky away. They then were both raised to be assassins. Now Alex is 17 and Ricky is 22. One day they get a letter saying the must kill the princess of Arkvey but, there's a catch. Ten other assassins are also wanting to kill the princess and who ever kills her first gets one wish.

"... A trail of kisses went from my neck to my breast. ... My heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a cage, in the possession of a great dangerous & seductive predator. Just like a butterfly, I was fragile, innocent to his touch. He turned out to be everything and everywhere. Uncontrollable, dominating me, slowly, bit by bit. It begins with him following me, observing me, memorizing all of my actions, my choice of words, my decisions, my habits, my personality. Even how I do my hair and makeup everyday, as my daily routine. Every single thing, he remembered as he paid attention to the smallest detail. Curiosity, that's what caused and kept him to pursue me. Afterwards, he craves attention. To do so, he began to play with my dreams and haunt the hell out of me, until I suspect something and notice his presence. As my dreams taunted me to want and need him, soon I was also dragged into his game of curiosity. I realized later on, that the more I desired to know and to discover who he was, the more he became real. Soon, he was the air that I was breathing in. Before I knew it, he took charge of my life. I was blinded by pure fascination. Long story short, he was seeking my love. Unexpectedly, he stole my warm and beating heart to relieve his own back to this life. He wanted me. He wanted to possess me, to have me all to himself. And whatever he wants, he gets. But I didn't know about any of this until it was too late. " Tina has lived a very normal life. But her life just felt like a boring old routine, day & night. However, once she come's back from her vacation, something or someone has decided to become a part of her. Love & desire something she can't hold on, yet so real but doesn't exist. *******Tempted to click on "read"?! Do so & discover what's going to happen.

What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings? Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom as the new bride of the King of Palandyre, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: the prize is her freedom, the price is his life, and the task is murder. But the man she must kill ignites in her a fire she cannot quench, sends her blood racing with the first flash of his grin and the tilt of his brow, and it feels like a dagger in her gut to see him falling for a mask she wears and the lies she's spun, because one more day his passion grows means one less day that he may live. As stakes climb higher and the war drums pound louder outside the castle walls, the hour of his death draws unforgivably near. But the heart cannot kill what the heart beats for... and her heart beats for his. [ cover by @VaineLuchia ]