On the outside, December appears to be a normal girl. She's got good grades, shy and quiet. But one thing about her is about as far away from normal as could be - she's a mind reader.

Smile, nod, and follow. That's slightly most of Elea's life living in the shadow of her beautiful best friend Marilyn--naturally second place to this first place kind of girl. When she meets Liam, the tall, sweet smelling, not to mention good-looking guy Marylin is friends with things might look up. Or not. Through time and distance, Elea will finally find herself and maybe even have her own happily ever after.

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Sophie is the love of Damien's life, she's kind, funny, caring and beautiful. One Friday, during their weekly trip to the pier to ride the ferris wheel, Damien saves Sophie's life - grabbing hold of her seconds before she plummets to her death. To Damien's horror, he wakes up the next day and it's still Friday. Then the next day, and the next. He's stuck in a none stop barrage of Fridays and nobody around him seems to notice. ***Cover by N30NLIT3Z***

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]