Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Once a girl turns fifteen, her name gets put into a raffle. Once a guy turns 18, his name is also entered. The town match-maker chooses a boy and a girl and then on January 1 of each year, the new couple meets. The brides are forced to live in their new 'master's' house for twelve months. If by that time they aren't pregnant or have given birth, they are shunned from the community and some of the girls are killed. Of course, it isn't the husbands fault. Living in a sexist community where women are treated like chattel is disgusting, but more so for 14 year old feminist Jessica Lee. In a society where men rule and woman follow behind, how will Jessica survive holding her tongue through marriage and what is supposed to follow?

Emily Parker is a normal girl. She lives in LA with her best friends, the Lynches, who she's known as since she was just a kid. She's hopelessly in love with her boyfriend Nick. Her brother is her best friend, unlike some siblings. But when Nick breaks her heart, who's there to cushion the blow? This love story is an emotional rollar coaster about love, friendships, and life it's self.

(Book 1 of The DYLMODYN Trilogy) Izzie Matthews and Carly Winchester are best friends, although they are the complete opposites of each other. When Izzie moves next door to the world famous Lynch family, their lives turn upside down. Through heartbreak, blossoming romances, awkward friendships, and even death, these girls struggle with one question that echoes in their minds: Do I love him or do I not? Credit to @thatgrlnobodynotices for thinking of the title.

Riker and Marilyn have been together for what seems like ever. Ever since that April day in their senior year when they finally made it official, the two have been on a crazy adventure called love. Through all they've been through together, nothing could tear them apart. This story follows the two's lives as they are twenty two years of age, living together in their own apartment. They've made it this far, but, will they make it through the rain?

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

(Book 2 of The DYLMODYN Trilogy) It's Carly and Rocky's big day and they couldn't be happier! Izzie and Ross are closer than ever, Riker and Trinity are happily living with their two month old son, Rydel is eight months pregnant, and Ratliff and Ryland are finding new love. All is well with the Lynches, until they get the news that a certain someone has escaped from prison...

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*