Kat Karomakov is a successful stockbroker, born into an upper class household residing in the wealthy neighborhood New York County. Climbing the ladder from coffee courier to one of the six leading stockbrokers in the country was no easy feat. One celebratory party and several apple martinis later, she stumbles (quite literally) into Mason Caufield the owner of a private law firm responsible for the arrest of Bernie Madolf, Allen Stanford, and other suspected Ponzi scheme individuals. After a impromptu night with Mason, she finds that he has a rather interesting lifestyle.

no need for explaining, just read the book.

Ethan Salvay drives expensive cars and lives life like a king. No one thought that this billionaire was going to fall in love. But...always expect life to take unexpected turns... Dana Johnson is a hard worker. She is smart, witty and knows just how to put guys like Ethan Salvay in their place. The day their paths crossed, their fates intertwined...without them even realizing it. But both have damaged pasts...will that get in the way of this couple's happily ever after?

CAUTION MATURE CONTENT: 18 years or older advised Travis kissed his way down her stomach and pulled both or her hands into one of his when she tried to cover her stomach. We all have scars sweetpea. It makes us who we are and shows everyone else that we have conquered a trying time in our lives. He made his way down until he came to her slick folds and buried his face into her. Her back arched off the table as she felt an almost painful yet delicious sensation come over her.

"Hey, Camera Girl," I turn around to see Drew Steele, the 'leader' of the "Heart Breakers". Sure, he's attractive, tousled light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. "You forgot something." I look at his outstretched hands. My camera. "Th-" I start. "Get to your next class, Dylan," Mr. Clears says, looking up. I scowl before hurrying out the door. Shit. My camera. *** Dylan Scott is your average girl. She's a photographer, and hopes to go far with her photography. Drew Steele is your average bad ass. He won't take shit from anyone, and has probably broken a law or two. What happens when Drew happens to take Dylan's camera? How far will Dylan go to get her 'baby' back?

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Who is James Talon Harrington the Fourth? His friends would say he's the pretty boy of the group. His coach would say he's a dedicated football player. His mother would say he's a loving son, and his father would say he's a younger version of him. However there's only one person who knows the truth. This is his story.

Rhiannon Spencer, the sister of his best friend, has been the object of Max's affections since his childhood. The trouble is, she's nine years older than Max. On Max's eighteenth birthday weekend, he asks Rhiannon for a most extraordinary favor. She helps him, and they go their separate ways. Years later, they meet up while vacationing, and they find that the repercussions of that favor still linger between them. Will they go on as if nothing ever happened, or will their memories get the best of them?

Violet Brooks, also known as Vi, is a wild, carefree girl who can hold a grudge. If you mess with her, you better watch your back. She can make you house a living hell. When she moves into her aunt's house and the boy next door plays a prank on her new friend and her, she's out to get payback. Let the pranks begin.

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper