There are moments when you think life is going one way and a major curveball sends you the complete opposite direction. That's me, standing in the rain, wondering how things went so terribly wrong. What do I need? To hide at my brother's house to lick my wounds. What do I get? My brother's roommate, sexy-as-sin best friend, Carter Kennedy. The cute, adventurous boy who was my teenage crush. The inspiring, irresistible man who will never be mine. But then things get complicated with fun-filled days and pleasure-filled nights. If Carter wasn't the most commitment-phobic person I know, I could consider the cliché of dating my brother's best friend. But he will never fit the husband checklist I made to find the man who will be my world, and I'm not willing to compromise on that. At least, that's the plan. [THE HUSBAND CHECKLIST IS NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON AND FREE TO READ IN KINDLE UNLIMITED. ENJOY THESE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS AS A SAMPLE. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT.]

'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last time we would ever even be together. I had thought that it would turn into an embarrassing memory that I would always associate with his name. Yet here we were. He was sitting across from me with tinted lips from stained ice-cream. And this very moment caused me to wonder what more would come from that memory. I was a firm believer in avoiding violence. This is ironic since I was the one who punched a girl. But the more I thought about it and the more I took in Blake's presence sitting across from me, the more I came to the conclusion that maybe something good came from it. And to think, this entire thing was sprouted from one ride home. ~ ~ ~ WARNING: -This book contains profanity -It also has sexual dialogue and very suggested sexual scenes so it may get a lil frisky ~I have already pre-written most of this book so updates should be fairly quick

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

PART 1: COMPLETED PART 2 (chapter 40 onwards) INCOMPLETE *** Maddie Henderson is a bookaholic who doesn't live but survives. School is a prison and at home she might as well be a ghost. Social anxiety separates her from the world. Isolates her. Jessie Oliver is an artist who paints what he doesn't feel. Home life is just another word for hell and to him, school is his escape. Depression has built a wall between him and the world. A wall Jessie so desperately wants to break. But he has no idea how. When these two similars meet, a friendship is formed as they help each other overcome their demons. With books and art followed by pranks and a new-found happiness, will they ever know what it's like not just to survive but to live? Or are some demons just too big to defeat?

Ashley Stratford already had plans for herself in starting her college life. Her plan was: meet new people, pass all her classes, and if she gets lucky, she'd meet a new boy. As soon as she entered school grounds, she thought things were going to change. But she was wrong. Let's just say that an old flame has come back into her life, but this time Ashley is trying to get far away from him as possible. Because what would you do when you're suddenly face to face with your ex boyfriend whom you haven't seen in two years, and still has an effect on you?