"The good girl always falls for the bad boy," he sneered and I smirked. "Well, you're in luck because I'm not a good girl," I retorted, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "Prove it." When Andy Deeks moves away from home to attend university, she soon regrets not checking out the details on her new roommate first. Enter Hunter. Arrogant and a bad boy, yet totally irresistible. Andy soon finds herself shedding her good girl shell to teach this jerk a lesson. Dozens of bets, make out sessions and challenges causes Andy to start following Hunter's lead. Cliche story about the girl changing the player? No, the player is changing the good girl, and not for the better. This story has now been published with multiple changes! You can find it on Amazon and any other ebook distributors under 'The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys' (By Katie Hart)

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

Quincy Shade is probably not you're average honor roll student, always late for class, doesn't pay attention, and cares more about a motorcycle and a guitar than grades, also, Quincy is a girl. Everything seems as normal as it ever gets in her life, that is until Seth, a punk rocker with all intentions hell bent on suicide enters it.

**I DONT RECOMMEND READING THIS BECAUSE IT IS FULL OF PLOTHOLES BUT ULTIMATELY THE CHOICE IS YOURS-READ AT OWN RISK** I think, more than anything, I hate Valentine's day. While everyone is all lovey dovey and happy, I'm in the corner with my goldfish going: "You love me, don't you?" Yep. That’s my sad, forever alone life. Thank you whoever you are for creating a Single Awareness day for me. I love you too. I guess in retrospect, I shouldn’t have been that surprised when he showed up on my doorstep, claiming that I rented him and was to keep him for six months. I mean, it WAS Valentine’s day, and almost always my days go bad on Valentine’s day. I just didn’t think that life would be so cruel as to somehow, in some way, allow me to have ordered a frickin popstar. Thank you life. Really, thank you. Now excuse me while I go steal cupids bow and arrow and hunt you down. ©2013- 2014 by luckistarz. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior permission from luckistarz.