When Crissy's father leaves for a few months with a new girlfriend, her and her brother are left alone to fend for themselves. Unable to keep a stable job herself, Crissy gets into drugs and partying. There is only one person that can break her from her bad habbits. Or can he? Taylor is a local officer that worked with Crissy's father a long time ago. He's determined to better Crissy while her father is away. Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. One night on patrol turns into a hot night with his partners daughter and leaves them both surprised by morning. But can this love for someone seven years older than her keep her from the things she knows best? Or will Taylor have to do his job and lock her up for good?

"It's the fire. It doesn't burn me." Ray Ashton is seventeen, gay and a ragged survivor on the streets. Kicked out by his father and drastically shocked by the death of his mother, Ray lives each day of his life in the clutches of cold and dreadful memories. A chance encounter with a boy, leading to handcuffs brings back Ray's life to focus. Plagued by fire, yellow tints and blue halos, Ray believes he's going crazy until he realizes that there just might be more to the boy and even more to himself. He just has to figure out how to get the fire from rekindling. --- Major Editing Going On! So there will be some things you might not understand until I'm done editing. Thank you for giving my book a chance :)

It all started that one fall day when I had to go to school and get handcuffed to my crush.Im Catherine but, my friends call me CeCe I go to gallstone high. I have two wonderful friends but I wouldn't call my self popular and this year I was forced by my friends to join life class a class about the future to prepare us for it. But the first day when they said the first project of the year would be 'How is life when your married' I was in for a huge surprise....... What will happen?....

(Book One)

I found myself staring at the plain white ceiling again. My thoughts overtaking me with worry, anger, and sadness. Worry, for the thought of not being able to unlock the lock that chains me to the most, egoistical boy, I've ever met. Anger, for the person who does have the key, and doesn't want to be found. And sadness, for being all alone again once we do find the key, that would unlock me to loneliness. -- "The only guy who deserves her, is the one who thinks he doesn't." ©2015 by Slave2gravity. All rights reserved.