FALLING FOR YOU WILL BE PUBLISHED 23rd JULY 2023. Cristina "Cris" Vasiliev had everything she ever wanted: amazing parents, kind friends, a hot football player boyfriend and being dubbed one of the most skilled girls on her cheerleading team. However, battling her anxiety and place in the world she felt like something was missing- that is until someone opened her eyes to how much more life could be. Haydn Moreno didn't mind flying under the radar and lying low as she stuck to her one-night stands, choosing to remain a social butterfly instead of running the risk of getting hurt. Being held back by a traumatic past and fear she was okay with being lost until she found the one person who made her feel seen. But when Cris finds herself needing Haydn's help tutoring her in biology does she shy away from her feelings out of fear of what others will say or does she finally allow herself to finally feel something good?

Natalie and Evie are very different people. They are very different in age, in income, and at different stages of their lives. Natalie is a partner in a law firm, and Evie is a law student. They meet at a work function of Natalie’s, where Evie is a waitress, and talk. Natalie is lonely, and attracted to Evie, and on impulse she offers Evie money for sex. Evie wonders whether to accept, or be offended, or quite what she should do. In the end, the simplest thing seems to be to say yes, because she quite likes Natalie as well. So. Ta-dah. Romance. Or it’s trying to be romance, like the gritty end of romance. So HEA or HFN in the end, promise, if anyone cares, but with some worky and friendsy and chick-lit stuff along the way. And smut, obviously. But maybe slower getting to it this time, so as to keep the romancey going. Anyways, that’s what this is, just to say all that so people know. And also, thank you for looking, and being interested, and I hope this one is interesting too! An ebook of Evie's Job is now on Amazon too, by the way :)

Prologue Bobbie Evans head cheerleader and queenB of Southwater High is always on point to everyone shes perfect but at home she feels anything but. On her summer trip to paris shes forced to room with someone shes never thought she'd have to deal with it?

Ashlynn Hayley Granton was one prissy little thing. She got whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. That's until she meets her match. Kelsey won't take crap from anyone. Of course there's gonna be some attraction between the two hotties from two different worlds. There's just two problems. Number 1 Kelsey is Ashlynn's camp counselor and Number 2 Ashlynn is still in the closet.

'Does she love me?' 'Am I just a rebound?' All these thoughts swell in my head! I love Sam, but, does she love me back the same? I wish I knew the answer, but I hope its love! (WHOLE STORY DEDICATED TO @Zebra97 my love, my life, my hero, my best friend and my saviour.. Who recently left my life, I hope she reads it and sees that I'm not who she thinks I am...)

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

Lux and Carson have been separated from one another for almost three years, and times certainly have changed. Lux has a crush on her physical therapist and is torn between opening herself up and potentially getting hurt or finally moving on from her heartbreak. Carson has gotten over her alcoholism in a surprising manner, but is dreading returning back to her home for her father's wedding. Will these too get a second chance?

Max is a runaway. Her mom left, her father was abusive, she should be seeing a therapist and and just wants a loving home. Jamie is a tomboy and a loner. She's loving and kind and just wishes someone understood her. When circumstances force them together, an unlikely bond forms, changing both girls lives forever

This is Part II of "It's A Gay Thing". Pristina Lockhart, now a college Freshman at Duff, runs back into her old friend group and soon meets an older, different Danielle Westbrook. While there is still unfinished business between them, Pris soon meets Sam, a Senior who has really caught her eye. Struggling with her emotions, Pris must choose between the familiar and the new.

Lux Hamilton's life is turning upside down. Not only is she moving to a small town in Virgina,now she getting booted out of her only child spot at the news of her mother's pregnancy. Things don't really start vamping up until she discovered two things:a beautiful girl who is is not her type, and how history loves to repeat it's self.