** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

He was so provocative. Like he was going to beat me at my own game without even trying. It got on my nerves. Every single one of them. I just knew I was in deep, deep trouble. **** Multi-millionaire Evan Carter is one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. When this gorgeous, irresistible businessman catches the eye of con artist Flora Edwards, only one thought runs through her mind. Perfect Target. But when real feelings intervene and secrets spill out, will her plans come crashing down? The attraction is undeniable and she might just be ready to lose in her own game if it means winning the only man her heart truly desires. A passionate journey of love, promises , betrayals and lies.

When Krista has a one night stand with her sexy landlord, she's roped into a world of secrets and sexual pleasure. But will her past--and his--doom the relationship? After their steamy encounter, they strike up a bargain: no sex for ten dates while they learn more about each other aside from their carnal attraction. Sounds easy, right? Actually, it's quite hard... Like extremely hard.

"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***