{18 + COMPLETE | FREE STORY w/ Paid Bonus Content • COLLEGE SPORTS ROMANCE} Wednesday Elez's father immigrated to America so he could be with her mother, and it has taught her one thing: love has no bounds. The only thing that Wednesday-or Nessa-wants is to find a love like her parents have. But she's also pretty sure she's never going to find it. She isn't the type of girl who guys fall in love with. She's the type of girl who guys think they can just fall into bed with after one too many beers. That's what college has taught her anyway. But then she meets Grayson Everett, and he's hell bent on changing her mind. Nessa can't quite figure Grayson out. As a member of the Oakland State football team, he instantly gets put on Nessa's no-way list. But then she learns that despite his hard exterior-his very hard, muscled exterior-he's a music education major with a soft spot for kids and a few heartbreaking secrets. It's only a matter of time before he starts breaking her down, too. She just hopes it isn't her heart that gets broken. **Book 3 in the Wildfire Series but can be read as a standalone**

Memories are never forgotten. Or so it's said, but she did. She forgot herself, me-us. She forgot everything. One day I woke up and there was only pain. This pain so fierce that I can't overcome it alone. My heart was ripped out of my chest. I'm surviving, but barely. Not even the physical outlet I seek to purge the torment of remembering the one I can't let go helps anymore. In all of his agony, what if the worst of his pain has yet to be expelled? A secret that could have changed everything . . . had he known. Every day that I wake up I'm in a fog. Before ten years ago I feel like I didn't exist. Everything I knew had been erased. Some days I wish I had bad memories because even those would be better than none at all. Instead, I feel like I'm a character in a storybook, merely acting a role. I don't know why, but none of it feels real. That's crazy . . . right? Still, I can't shake the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me. Even the man that lies next to me at night feels like a stranger. I just want to feel like I belong in my own skin. Everything in her life feels borrowed, but that's a secret better left unspoken.