Highest rankings: Break-up: #1 (23rd November 2019) Cliche romance: #1 (23rd November 2019) Cliche: #1 (11th May 2020) Cheesy romance: #2 (20th May 2020) Follow my Instagram for any updates and if you have any questions: @nikki_k123 Aubrey Carthy lives with her mom in Beaufort, South Carolina. She's sixteen and is an only child. Her mom is a nurse in the town hospital and her dad works abroad, in England. Her mom Natalie, has a co-worker, Catherine Parker who happens to have a son who needs babysitting. Natalie tells Aubrey to take the job and she hesitantly agrees. Insert Xavier Parker. Catherine's son. Catherine's sixteen-year-old son. He's had issues with the law and has landed himself on house arrest which means while Catherine works as a nurse and his dad works abroad as a consultant, he needs to be watched. Sworn to secrecy by Xavier, she spends the days with him, stuck, while getting paid to do so. That's why she does it. To get paid. Or does she? Over time, she sees and learns things she wasn't supposed to and decides to fix the broken boy, making him fall harder than ever. . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The People Choice Awards 2019 Winner for Best Diverse Books Never had Autumn thought that she would break up with her boyfriend, Tyler, until the day she met Frazier Ronan, the one person who turned her life upside down, created chaos, and made her defy all her principles. ***** For someone rude and cunning, it surprised me how he could be soft when it came to kissing. He placed soft kisses at the corners of my lips and held my face in his warm hands as his fingers tangled in the hair above my ears, tugging my ponytail and messing with my hair. His brown eyes filled my vision, hard and intense, a direct contradiction to his hot, sensual mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the seam of my lips, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel a jolt clear in the soles of my feet, a warm tingling that curled my toes and settled in the pit of my stomach. The kiss was tender, almost sweet, and I fought to keep my eyes open and pressed my lips tight. I fought to remind myself that the lips brushing mine, as if he were my lover, belonged to an egomaniac asshole who told lies and swore to make my life miserable. When your bully becomes your knight in shining armor, what would you do?