"You'd be surprised what people can endure when it's all they've ever known." Beck's voice was quiet, distant. I focused my eyes on a lone ember dying just outside the fire. "Tragic shit happens around us every day, to adults and to children. The fact that we try to brush it all under the rug - to pretend it doesn't happen... That's the bigger tragedy. To let those affected suffer in silence, instead of reaching out a hand - lending an ear," I whispered, and our little group grew quiet for a bit. "What if those affected are just trying to get through to tomorrow?" Beck said thoughtfully. I eyed him as I waited for him to continue. His brown waves fell in his amber eyes. "Maybe they don't want to talk about it. Maybe they're tired of thinking about it and just want to forget and move on to the next thing in life." His voice was casual as he shrugged, but his faraway eyes gave me the impression that he was speaking from experience. "I think," I paused, and he met my eyes. "Compartmentalizing works for a bit. Though, in the long run, it's only going to leave them in a much worse place mentally. It'll eat you alive, letting it fester so long. Even if the abused and damaged think they're getting through by shoving it down, saving it for the 'later' that never comes... They're really just turning themselves into a ticking time bomb." "Does that work for you?" He asked, and my eyes flickered back up to his. "Talking about it?" "What makes you think I've experienced such tragedy in my 17 years?" I responded quietly, the energy between us charged. "Maybe I was just curious." I offered. Beck stared back at me in disbelief, smoke pouring out of his mouth and curving up into a cloud around his eyes. How did he have me read so well, so quickly? a Fragile Kind of Brave, a Dark Romance that touches on attachment styles and trauma bonds. Reader's discretion advised.

"It's so weird, isn't it?" Catt asked, looking at me. "What's weird?" I replied, meeting her gaze. "How one message, can just change everything?" I couldn't agree more. For years now, Sofie Lancaster has always tried to stand out from the crowd. To be different, to be noticed. But Sofie carries some dark secrets with her, and those secrets stop her from being herself, and living the way she longs to. So she's not entirely sure what to think when he suddenly starts talking to her. Because to her, they are two totally different people. But as she gets to know him, she realizes that they aren't as different as she first thought. Will she let him in? And can Sofie learn that in change begins with a chance? Based on real events. Contains swearing.

(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]

Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.