🐹Highest Ranking: #50 in Chick Lit 🐹 Martha Mouse Cameron is newly engaged and living with her fiancé, Henry Gardener, and his young son, Leo, in New York City. She's getting ready to graduate from NYU and is busy planning her wedding. She has put the sorrow and heartache of the lost few months behind her, and is looking forward to her new life with her wonderful new family. But there are always twists in the road, and bends that just can't be seen around. Mouse will have to be brave and strong, and so will Henry and Leo, to get through the trials that await them in this new chapter of their lives.

❣️Wattpad Featured Story❣️ ❣️Featured in Cosmopolitan❣️ Birdie never thought she'd fall in love with anyone, let alone a singer in the biggest boyband in the world. And she never, *ever*, thought he'd fall in love with her, either. Yet here she is, living with Theo Shelley, one quarter of UK Crush, in his London house. She has the biggest piano audition of her life coming up, to Hamilton Conservatory in New York City, but it's hard to focus on that when she's learning how to be in a relationship for the first time in her life. **Warning: Mature content**

❣️Wattpad Featured Story❣️ Can she love a haunted man? Scout Lawson is on her way to start a new job for the very rich and very reclusive George Wilder. George was a rock star whose fairy-tale marriage to the beautiful Tessa Richardson Wilder ended tragically when she died in a terrible fall at their beautiful seaside home, Farraway Mist. Scout has her own reasons for wanting to get away, and spending some time at the remote location in Cornwall sounds like the perfect solution. However, strange things start to happen almost as soon as she arrives, leaving Scout shaken and questioning her decision. George Wilder, too, stirs feelings in her that she thought she'd put away forever. How could she possibly have feelings for someone so taciturn, so mean? And he was married to one of the most beautiful women in the world, their love for each other was famous; surely he couldn't have feelings for her? ?? "Hello," she said, holding her hand out. "I'm Scout." "You're a girl," he said, surprise making him blunt. "And you're American." She bit her lips together. Fuck. She looked at him. "Yes on both counts." She took a deep breath. "Not what you were expecting?" He blinked at her, looking her up and down. "Uh, no, to be perfectly honest." He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Is it going to be a problem?" she asked. "Should I try to get the driver back? Though in my defense, I know my application did mention both those facts." "Oh, I have no doubt," he responded curtly. "I'm not always the most observant. I probably just saw your name and photograph and assumed you were a man--" And oh shit, had he said that out loud? This was not a good beginning. ?? **Warning: Mature Content**

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.