Take a walk in Zena's life. A girl stuck in a crossroads where her future is slowly dismantled from its hinges and unravelled . Things turn askew once she meets what she's been yearning for her entire life. Mysteries get more mysterious as she dives into the dangers of the unknown. A victim of social isolation , she's finds it difficult to blend in, she's been concealing herself for far too long. But now she's changed. She needs a clean slate.

Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

We're standing on a wooden porch that has an open view of the forest, though we can't see anything right now because it's so dark. I look up at Carter's face. There's a shadow cast over his features. His blonde hair is darker in the light. Almost bronze. It looks so soft right now and I'm battling myself over whether or not I should touch it to prove my theory. He looks back down at me and catches me openly gazing at him. I overt my eyes. "So what's your punishment?" I ask. I go to sit down on the steps of the porch and he comes over, sitting next to me. I'm aware of the fact that our knees are touching. I can't help but notice that my heart speeds up a little. Come on, this is Carter. Snap out of it.