A lawless city controlled by teenaged hoverboard crews, a bad boy addicted to strawberry milk and a group of misfits who band together to conquer an area formally known as unconquerable. These are just a few of the discombobulating situations Sahara faces when she's accidentally transported to a world not her own. While this shy teenager would rather curl up with a book, she finds herself with no choice but to lead a hoverboarding crew of her own and aim for the top. Failure is not an option. That is if she ever wants to find a way to return home.

"Are you a B or a C, man?" "I don't know, I don't have boobs!" * Cooper is a generally quiet sixteen year old guy. Nothing out of the ordinary besides the fact that he has to pretend to be a girl. His older sister, Callie, is due to pledge at her dream college but due to the tragic result of a car crash, she can't and somehow has convinced Cooper to fill in for her. But when he is roomates with three curious and loud mouthed girls, things are bound to go wrong. If you add a very confused, crushing college guy and a loyal best friend into the mix, along with the ridiculous and questionable lies that emit from Coopers' mouth; things are going to be in for a bumpy ride.

17-year-old London native Amy Smith never thought for a second that she could have so much more out of life. She was content to sit in her backyard garden under her white rosebush, avoiding her family and spending time with her unwelcome German-born boyfriend, 18-year-old Andreas Hartmann. However, the year is 1940 and all German citizens in England are being rounded up and hauled off to internment camps. Terrified for his safety, the young lovers flee together, only to be separated by German bomber planes. Amy's only hope to see the love of her life again lies in the hands of a 17-year-old Russian teen named Ivan Kozlov, the mysterious, complex, and seemingly dangerous leader of a network of teenage spies that live in underground tunnels throughout England. But as Ivan gets his hooks deeper and deeper into Amy's heart, she is torn between her loyalty to Andreas and the endless charm that Ivan presents. To make matters worse, all is not well in Ivan’s paradise. She herself is soon caught up in playing a significant role in something that has the potential to destroy all Ivan’s ever lived for. These two seemingly unrelated events soon come together in a most undesirable way, with one very unlucky girl caught in the middle. Amy has a choice to make: Andreas, the man she’s love since she started high school, or Ivan, a very disturbed, lonely boy that desperately needs companionship... Book one of a three-part series.

Poety. I guess that makes me a poetess, or a Lady Poet. They both sound funny. I like to be called storyteller, world-builder, bard. I tell stories in epics, and legends in rhyme. They are all futile attempts, as it is merely clumsy poet's song. Though I hope my words live on.

It wasn’t until Carlos helped me put the pieces back together that I realized how many were missing. Shattered. Tormented. Brain on disconnect. A car accident leaves Erin Rocheford, a seventeen-year-old hockey player, fractured, disfigured, near death. Not only is her future career in the NHL erased, but when she’s finally released from the hospital she can hardly walk, her thoughts stumble into each other, and people grimace when they notice the scars crisscrossing her face. Erin's parents consider a vacation in Florida, on an island of palm trees and pirate lore, is just what she needs to recover. But in her post-traumatic state, Erin is vulnerable to attack, to a ghostly invasion, to a further fragmenting of her troubled grey matter. A pirate tale of an odd English pirate and his feisty captive, a story of defiance and decapitation, will weave itself into her mind and threaten her very soul. She will need to dig up every reserve in her hockey-tuned body to keep from falling apart all together, to fight back and to protect her star player—the one boy who can see beyond the scars. Mosaic Cover, copyright Matthew Birtch

*In major construction. Do not read unless you do not want to read the ending for a very long time until I get things figured out. Thanks!* I was just a hacker. Your average, seventeen-year-old, very sarcastic hacker. Well, average if you thought average meant living with your fried chicken obsessed uncle after your ex-secret agent parents mysteriously disappeared off the face of the Earth. Until that day. A simple business card from an odd boy claiming he needed a hacker for something of the utmost importance. Now? I’m working with the son of the director of the FBI to figure out who wants his father—and possibly us—dead. Not to mention not getting caught and totally not falling for him all while still trying to figure out where my parents are. As I said, nothing good could come of this.