“He always told me that trouble comes to those who look for it.” Adrienne Mathers didn’t think she was looking for trouble until her father made her. With her future in his hands and no way out of it, Adrienne’s got to make a choice. Either do what she wants or allow her father to shape her future. When she least expects it, Adrienne is pulled from the comfort of her privileged life and given an opportunity to explore the darker shores of California. With help from her older sister with a mysterious past, the rotten apple of her future brother in law’s younger brother and his disowned delinquent girlfriend, Adrienne’s shown a life she’s never seen before. When Eli Dunn swaggers into her life in only his boxer briefs, Adrienne doesn’t know whether to hit him with her bottle of detergent or stay and see what happens. Her life suddenly changes and Eli is to blame for all of the mistakes she’s about to make. Leading a double life is no easy task and when it all comes to light, Adrienne must decide which lifestyle she wants to live. Either stay with her loving boyfriend and go to college in order to someday take care of her father’s company or find herself trying to scrape her life back together. Or is it a decision between bad and bad enough?

Keely Staub has grown up. At least that's what she thinks has happened. No longer a naive eighteen year old being introduced to a music industry that's equal parts grandeur and grime, she might even be considered a veteran. At just twenty six, she's lived almost too much of a life in the intervening years since she first came to New York. A great love and a great band, not to mention more than a few unsavoury addictions picked up along the way in the time honoured traditions of the rock stars before her. And she gave it all up - except the rock star part, of course. That was a different Keely Staub, a more innocent and wild one all at the same time. She's determined that person and all the things that came with her will stay in the past, and has a very clear path laid in front of her. A measured, smart, hopefully one day respected, path. The problem is the past refuses to remain the past.

"If the world can't handle the truth, give them a spectacular lie." Bitch. That's what they called me at my old school. I disagree: I'm just brutally honest, that's all. Some people don't like honesty. Exhibit A: Matthew's family. None of them want to acknowledge that their Golden Boy is gay. Exhibit B: My Mother. I only told her the truth: that she was a crappy parent who never should've gotten knocked up in the first place. But she was so offended that she shipped me off to my fabulously wealthy father and his walking-billboard-for-plastic-surgery of a wife. So I devised a brilliant plan. My new friend Matthew was sick of hiding his sexuality. I was tired of obnoxious rich boys hitting on me. So why not pretend to be dating? He wouldn't have to answer uncomfortable questions anymore, and I'd enter my new school as the girlfriend of the star quarterback. It should be easy, right? Of course, I didn't plan on falling for Matthew's brother.