Noelle Monroe remembers only flashes of the few short years spent with her father. He disappeared when she was young, and now she wants to know why he left her behind when her dreams portray a man who loved her. Nothing else seems to matter as much as answering this question, especially after years growing up with her rage-filled mother, who insists that he abandoned them. She finds herself traveling across the country alone to the small town her father grew up in. Someone must remember the man now existing only in blurry memories and dreams. It's here that she meets West Harrison. He's tall, gentle, and determined to get to know the closed off girl who has appeared so suddenly in his remote Montana town. Slowly but surely, Noelle begins to put together the pieces behind her father's disappearance. But everything is not as it seems, and she will have to learn how to trust again or risk losing this new life she has begun to build in Aspen, Montana. - Later that night, I'm bundled up in the truck next to him, my converse lying on the floor and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs. It's quiet except for the sound of the heater blasting away the coldness. The moon is a brilliant glow in the dark sky, and rays of light fall across his face every now and then. Our eyes meet in the dark, his expression heavy and thoughtful. We sit in silence for a moment, our gazes locked, before he slowly reaches out and brushes warm fingers gently across my jaw. He looks down at my lips and I feel something I've never felt before. I'm not scared, and yet I'm terrified. It feels like an eternity passes before he swallows hard, pulling his hand away. It's dark for a moment, and then the moon emerges from behind a cloud, and everything is light. I take it in with wide eyes. This feels like magic, if magic could exist. I feel the warmth of his hand on my lower back. It's steady, comforting. I like it. And I... I wish he had kissed me.

Forced to go to a club one night with his friends, Christopher Mason thought it was going to be another boring drunken night where he would probably wake up with a girl next to him in the morning. Being a rich guy he knew he couldn't be serious with any girl because they all wanted him for his money. He wasn't looking to settle down anytime soon. But one look at Audrey changed his entire mindset. She was gorgeous with a beautiful body and she happened to be an amazing performer, who stole his heart the first second he laid his eyes on her. Audrey isn't interested at all on what he has to offer to her. But eventually he wins her. BUT Christopher's past comes back to bite. And this bite is a young woman who is crazy for Christopher. Literally. Little does Audrey know she the key to help him get away from this psycho ex-girlfriend. Murder. Drugs. Girls. Burlesque Club. Love. Stubbornness. Evil. Seduction. POV for Audrey and Christopher will continue to change throughout the story.

All Ed needed to become the Internet's latest boyfriend was a chili-pepper costume. But getting sunny foreign-exchange student Audra to prom will take a lot more than that. Ed doesn't know he's beautiful. But he is. Even when his crazy boss forces him to wear an "extra-spicy" chili pepper costume as part of a May 5th promotion. It was only meant to be an after-school job at a low-key Mexican restaurant; Ed never signed up for abject humiliation. And when a lovestruck girl snaps a covert picture of Ed while he serves her an enchilada, he couldn't possibly have anticipated becoming the internet's latest imaginary boyfriend. The fame is immediate and disorienting, but if it helps Ed convince quirky foreign exchange student Audra to attend prom with him, being "Enchilada Ed" might not be so bad. (Formerly Ignorance, Bliss, and Mexican Food)

A shy art student finds herself drawn to an older guy she encounters in a cafe. Something sparks between them, but everything is not black and white, and the baggage they carry might just be too much. ***** Rowan Easton has finally found the courage to leave an abusive relationship, and as it turns out, her ex has no problems moving on to the next conquest. Deciding that she too needs to leave the past behind her, she throws herself into getting her degree and has no intentions of getting involved with anyone else in the near future. James Wilson returns from serving overseas only to find that his wife has been cheating on him. Heartbroken, he divorces the fair-haired Ada and moves away in the hopes of coping with the aftereffects of war and a broken marriage. The two meet under these unfortunate circumstances when James moves to the college town of Bozeman, Montana. Despite the recent events in his life, James finds himself fascinated by the girl who sits slumped in the cafe with coffee and a sketchbook. Will they ever overcome the walls placed by their past relationships? ••••• Warning: This story is complete and is registered in its entirety with the U.S. Copyright Office. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. This is the only place this story is posted.

"Do you trust me?" I looked up at those clear, brown eyes and answered honestly, "Absolutely NOT!" He rolled his eyes, "Well, too bad!" He plopped me onto the gleaming motorcycle and sped away from the red, white, and blue sirens. "Is it necessary to go so fast?!" I could practically feel his smirk as I grabbed onto him for my dear, pathetic life. "The police are already chasing us; why give 'em another reason?!" "Why not, Sunshine?" And he revved the engine just to scare the crap outta me. "Besides, we lost them a while back," He slowed down a teensy bit. Emphasis on teensy. Course, my life is pretty a much one of those movies where you know exactly what's gonna happen before it happens. "Way to jinx it, Sir Smirks-a-Lot!" Right on cue, the night sky was lit up with flashes of red, white, and blue. The sirens were screaming through the silence. He tensed for a moment with confusion. Then he tensed with determination. Then I tensed with anticipation. "What the fuuuuuuuudge are you doing?!" I screamed and mentally congratulated myself for not cursing in such a situation. "You better hold on tighter, Sunshine," He went straight for the small gap in between two of the cars. Cars that were loaded with people waiting for him. And me. Even though I did nothing wrong. Oh, dear lord, I thought as my grip around his torso tightened and I pressed my cheek against his back. His laughter vibrated through his body to my cheek and he guided the motorcycle with terrifyingly controlled ease through the narrow gap as we sped away in the opposite direction.