Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

I smiled sweetly. "I just wish I could relive the nineteen years I've wasted and smush them into six months before I get married," I murmured, pouting slightly. "Well, maybe I can help," he said suddenly. I looked up at him. "What?" I questioned, surprised. "For the next six months, Ellie, I'm going to teach you how to live. But first, let's eat dinner," he said, standing up, grabbing my hand. --- Ellie Quinn had never lived a regular life. She never had a proper friend, except for Jordan. She has never been on a vacation, gone to the movies, or even eaten at a restaurant. When her parents break the news that Ellie was going to go though with an arranged marriage, Jordan promises her that he was going to teach her how to live before the six months deadline of freedom rings its toll. Copyright © E.P.