The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

"7:15, that's our time."

Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long eyelashes. A perfectly sculpted jawline. A shiny silver ring pierced into his bottom lip, matching his silver eyebrow piercing. I didn't realise how long I had spent taking in his Godly features until I felt a tingling feeling on my neck. Lips. He was sucking on a small part of my neck. I wanted to push him away from me and slap him across the face, but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed with desire and curiosity as I stood there trying to take in what was actually happening. He pulled away smirking at me, twisting my insides, "You belong to me now" he whispered.

"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

Michael Clifford is the bad boy with tattoos, piercings, and purple dyed hair. Ashley Johnson is the good girl that falls for the good guys. Michael hasn't ever really cared for girls; only their sex. Ashley has never fallen in love before. Will they both benefit one another? Every bad boy needs a good girl, right?

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

“Nobody move,” The gunman holds up his gun, before leaving the plane aisle. The flight attendants try to calm down the other passengers. I know I should start panicking like the others, but I know better. I scramble for my pen and paper, brushing the hair out of my face; blocking out the screams of anxious riders. I look out the window, seeing the city come closer, at a faster rate than we has been flying. He’s going to make us crash into the Sydney Tower, but instead of bringing that to anybody’s attention, I stay quiet and write; doing something useful in my last minutes. "Dear Luke,"

in which two strangers - trouble and new boy - meet to make the wost, most painful thing happen; love. - "Oh god, the sky is choking me." She says softly. "And you're worse than fucking nicotine."