"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

Rebecca Reynolds loves being Juliet. Posing as an anonymous blogger and sorting out everyone's love life has her doing what she does best, giving other people their happily ever afters. But when her father shows up at her doorstep inviting her to live with him and his family in Washington DC, Rebecca meets Will and everything she knows about love is turned upside down. Will Kensington, the President's son is as charming as he is dangerous, as enigmatic as he is mysterious and as tempting as he is forbidden. Caught between politics and something that resembles a bad retelling of a fairytale, the only way Rebecca can make it through is to put together the pieces of the sixteenth summer of her life which she remembers nothing of. Remembering that summer could tell her why her step brother hates her more than anything, why a girl she's never seen before is suddenly her best friend and why the President's son, the one boy she can't have is the one she can't help fall for. After all solving other people's love lives is easy but dealing with your own is a mess. Don't believe me? Then Just Ask Juliet.