Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! Also, HIS GIRL IS NOT APART OF THE HIS SERIES! Thank you. - *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* "You scare me sometimes." I tell him honestly. "I scare you sometimes," He repeats mockingly, making me nod my head and then back away form him as he starts to walk toward me like I'm prey from him. "Yeah, even more now. Will you quit." I hiss at him as my back hits the wall and then he's in front of me. "No," he drawls, placing his hands on either side of the wall close to my head. He leans closer to me and runs the tip of his nose along my collarbone making my breath hitch in my throat, "I like seeing you this way," He whispers. "What way?" I squeak then suppress a small moan when his lips brush my neck and place a hot kiss on my skin. "Scared of me." Suddenly he's gone. I blink form my haze and look at him in confusion as he leans against the wall opposite of mine. "Why?" "Why what?" I swallow, "Why do you like me being scared of you?" I whisper, half curious and half scared of the answer. "Because you should be." - Editing.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

All friendships are weird...right? With accidental thigh grabs, unintentional kisses, and late-night rooftop conversations, Alexis's friendship with Axel definitely takes the cake. But it wasn't always this way. They rekindled their friendship after a fight and it seemed as everything changed. Romantic feelings started to arise, followed by mixed signals. The friendship seemed to be heading in a different direction than planned and only time could tell whether or not there were two travelers on this journey. Cover by @harshadaselena

(Must Date the Playboy Book 3) Despite attempts of being 'just a friend', Zach realized that his feelings for Tori would never change. Now that he's finally ready to get her back, would his second chance at love be worth the shot--even if the circumstances try to break them more apart? *** Zach made the ultimate sacrifice of letting Tori go--giving her and James his blessing, knowing it would make her happy. But just as he decided to remain in her life as a friend, what if circumstances change and the truths that they initially believed in are purely misunderstandings? Would Zach's efforts be enough to make Tori love the playboy again?

Sage Johnson is a regular girl. And like a regular girl, she knows that there are things in this life that people understand and there are things people don't understand. Here's a relatable fact. Sage doesn't understand baseball. Even more puzzling to Sage, she doesn't understand why a 6'8 terror of a man, Chance Arrington is following her swinging his bat. So what- she may have accidentally thrown a bat through his windshield, does that warrant murder? Meanwhile Chance Arrington is hell bent on getting revenge. He's tired of these dramatic girls trying to up the shock factor to garner his attention. Will Sage be a final message to all these crazy girls lusting after him? Or will she fight back? Spoiler: She fights back.

"They were elements that were not supposed to mix,but they were. And just like mixing hydrogen peroxide with Sulfuric Acid; Inevitable explosion." *** "This isn't right." I whispered¸ fear seeping into my voice. I felt goose bumps grow on my neck, at his sudden proximity. Control. All I needed was a little self control to stop the feeling growing in my stomach. Soon I was looking straight at him, eye to eye. He leaned in closer, I felt my knees wobble and my breath hitched, he went straight to my ear a cocky smirk making its way onto his face and whispered, "Never said it was." © 2012 All rights reserved

nerd: /nərd/ noun A foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious. That's me... nerdproof: /nərdpro͞of/ adjective Able to withstand any person or thing falling into the above mentioned nerd category That's Harry. And I was doomed to love him like the rest of the female population. Until I found backup, a fix-all recipe that was bound to remove my Nerd stamp and make Harry finally see me, possibly even like me. If only I knew what I was signing up for when I asked for help.

"These rules," he says, gingerly cupping my cheek. "This list, this idea, this fantasy you have of the perfect man is an ideal Ender. It's not real. But this," He steps forward, closing the space between us. "This is insanely real." Rule#53: Bad is never good. Never fall for a badboy because they are, and forever will be, one thing: Trouble. And nothing good can come out of trouble. Ender Collins had the perfect plan: Drift through the middle, survive her last year of highschool, and create the perfect checklist. Sure, writing the rules to the perfect guy can be hard when you can’t, well, test the rules. But when no guy is willing to look your way, you learn to get over it. When one night at a party ends with her witnessing something she shouldn't, she decides to take advantage of the situation the first chance she gets. Blackmailing the schools known and wanted badboy should be suicide. But Ender needs test subjects, and what better way to get them then to go to the womanizing source. When Jace agrees to her outlandish terms, Ender knows she has her ticket to the big league. Through ridiculous rules, hideous makeovers, and outrageous rules, Jace will make Ender the most wanted girl on campus. That is, if she can protect her heart along the way.

"Are you joking?" "No." "So you really wrote a hate letter to Aspen Hale and it accidentally ended up in his locker?" Carson Mathers didn't mean to write a hate letter to the school's golden boy, Aspen Hale -- okay, maybe she did. But she didn't mean for it to end up in his hands. She also didn't mean for her to like the rush of adrenaline she got when she delivered the next couple of hate letters. And she certainly did not mean to set up a bet; for her to write seven letters over a course of one week, and for him to try and catch his hater by the end of the week. But Carson doesn't mean to do a lot of things (like falling in love). [humor #107 / teen fiction #137] cover - @aciddaisies_ | © pufflings - two thousand & fourteen |

It's great to be trusted by your friends, but it's another thing when you're trusted by practically your entire year-even the popular kids. Seven Warrilow has always been keeping everybody's secrets. She knows who likes who, who hates who and what's what. But she's tired of it. One day, she decides to encode every secret she's been told and will be told into a small black notebook that she carries around. Things start to take a turn to Disasterville when she loses it. It gets worse when it ends up in the hands of Colin Stillman, a boy notorious for never being serious about anything. Seven's going to have to use everything's she got to keep everyone's secrets safe-but Colin's not going to make it that easy. If he did, where would the fun in that be? © 2013 by Isabelle Snow A.K.A parallellines. All rights reserved.