2nd place winner of the #TCC2016 contest. Taking place over four New Year's Eve parties, this is the story of how Jace meets Kennedy, how love is a both a savior and a devil, and how tears can sting like salt in the wound. Read more of Jace in my book 'Bad Nights.' This story lives in the same world as my other books 'Young Hollywood Fever' and 'Hello Friend.' A #boydsdocry story and a #TCC2016 entry. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright © 2016 - 2017 by Odette Roux All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Odette Roux. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events or locales in this novel are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. Public personages both living and dead may appear in the story under their right names. Scenes and dialogue involving them with fictitious characters are of course invented. Any other usage of real people's names is coincidental. Any resemblance of the imaginary characters to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Brielle Woods wishes to forget the amazing dance she shared with Eric Matthews at her school's annual masquerade ball. Too bad he's determined to find the girl that stole his heart in one night.

For all of her life, Cara Stryker had been sheltered in the comforts of her home, and lived in complete discipline under her mother's strict rules. But finally reaching the age of freedom, at eighteen years old, Cara deliberately goes off on a trip to London she knew her mother would never agree on. Things take a turn for the worst when she discovers the influx of crime, a dangerous gang leader, and getting lost in London. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "Cara?" he tested the name on his lips. "Do you know who I am?" I shook my head. The man in front of me had black hair, and dark eyes that held no mercy. They weren't hazel, nor tan. Not even brown. They were dark, too dark to predict a color. "You will," he said to me. "After the next hour and a half you will." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ © Copyright at Muses_ . All rights reserved. A C T I O N - - - - #10