All of London believes Evie's husband is one of the world's greatest inventors, rivaled only by the reclusive Earl of Westmorland. Nobody knows that Evie, not her husband, is the real mastermind behind his genius inventions. When Evie's husband is brutally murdered, she is forced to seek out a new partner through whom to sell her creations. Desperation leads her to seek out the earl, a man her late husband despised and returned the sentiment. Though he neither likes nor trusts her, he can't help but feel that her husband's murder is more than it seems. And when Evie's name is added to the suspect list, he has to intervene. Striking a reluctant partnership, Evie and the earl search for the man--or woman--who killed her husband, and uncover a much larger threat--one that threatens all of England.

Annie, she has it all. She is a dancer, a singer, and she can play the hell out of a guitar. Her friends are awesome and her boyfriend is perfect. That is, until Zak Stone becomes her music teacher. He always catches her when she falls, but what does he do when she falls for him? Find out!

❝Serial Killer Kids, Simone. That's what the show's called.❞ ❝Serial Killer Kids? Are you kidding me?❞ ❝My bad. Serial Killers' Kids. See why punctuation's important?❞ For as long as twenty-two-year-old Simone Fisher can remember, she's been in the spotlight. It's understandable, because her father is the infamous Swindale Slasher. That doesn't mean that she'll be following in his footsteps, right? Right. Tell that to everyone in Swindale. When a reality TV show about the children of serial killers shows interest in her, she figures making money for her baby brother wouldn't be such a bad idea. A few cameras following her around? Easy. Pretend drama? Easy. Being subjected to Adam Roth, the only son of the Moose Man? Not so much. What starts as a way to make easy money ends up being so much more...

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.