𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟. When her roommate is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Faye is forced to find a new roommate at the last minute. Who could be better suited for the position than her best friend Reece? The two of them have been inseparable since they first met, moving in together isn't such a big deal. But both of them have a secret that they're keeping, and the close quarters make it harder to keep those secrets hidden inside. Faye's done something she wasn't supposed to, and now she's afraid that she's waited too long to be forgiven. Reece is in love with someone who doesn't love him back. And she now lives down the hall.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. Just when Aurora is finally taking control of her own life, everything seems to be falling into chaos. She leaves behind all that she's ever known to take a chance at life in an entirely new place. But America is nothing like England, and its inhabitants even more so. Trusting her brother to help her adapt, Aurora accepts his offer to stay with him and some of his teammates. Seven of them to be exact. She quickly comes to realize that her comfort-zone doesn't exist here, and everything is big, scary, and intimidating. Just like her brother's best friend. Maddox is Aurora's polar opposite, which explains the magnetic pull that he seems to feel for her. He knows that he's bad for her, that the bad in his life will only taint her purity, like a drop of ink in water. Maddox doesn't know what to think about the new girl, but he does know that he thinks about her way too much. He knows that he can't sit by while she struggles, and life in Greenville is sink or swim. Aurora's been thrown into the deep-end without a life preserver and the only thing keeping her from drowning is a tattooed hand reaching out to help her.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. Nothing in life has come easily to Chase. He's had to work for everything he's gotten until she comes along and feels like the big break he's been waiting for all his life. Lexi may have stumbled into his arms, but he's going to have to fight like hell to keep her there; to earn himself a spot in her life, in her heart. But Chase knows that she's worth it, and he's no stranger to hard work. Lexi wants to be free, and Greenville is the key to the platinum shackles keeping her from escaping the dollhouse of a home she grew up in. Everything about her new home breathes color into her dull life, and she's not going to give it up for anything. She's going to make it on her own, and nobody is going to underestimate her this time. Lexi is built from materials much stronger than porcelain. Her high hopes may finally be within reach, and she doesn't plan on letting anything or anyone distract her from her future, at least not for more than one night. Apparently, Chase didn't get the memo.

"What makes you think we can trust this Agent 1 guy?" "I-uh, I knew him before he was an agent...he's trustworthy...to an extent." "And I already told you I corrupted him. It's all good." "We're all going to die." *** Devin's hurt. Jason's missing. Lily's alive. The team finally has what they need to take down Garrett...but now they're short one agent. Lily can fill in for Jason but they still can't count on Devin till he's completely healed. So they decide to rely on a new ally...or maybe just an old enemy. When they need help who better to turn to than a new agent? As Lily's pointed out before, new agents are always easy to corrupt... But Agent 1 never really needed to be corrupted to begin with...this isn't going to end well. ***Book 3***

"She was my best friend. Someone I trusted far more than anyone else." "What was she like?" "She was worse than Devin if you can believe that." *** When the team goes on the hunt for Agent 77, aka Garrett, they discover some key information in finding him...Only one problem, the last person who had it was Agent 57. While they retrace her last steps, they run into Eliane, a civilian who gets caught in the cross fire. When they are put in charge of protecting her till the mission's over, they learn exactly how much Thirteen hates other girls. But when Eliane starts getting closer and closer to Cody, Thirteen begins to revert back to her cold self. While Chase and Devin blame it on jealousy, Jason tries to look at it more closely, coming to the conclusion that while Thirteen seems to not be able to stand this Eliane girl, there is something more to it that's fueling her anger. While Thirteen struggles to prove that there's more to Elaine than they can see, she gets a blast from the past. Thirteen's a closed off and secretive person, so how will the team react when they find out exactly how open she can be around the right people? And what will they do when they have some questions that only she can answer? Thirteen's always known more about the case than she's let on. But when she refuses to answer their questions they need find someone who can. Unfortunately the only other person with answers, is Garrett... ***Book 2*** Highest Ranking: #1 in Action

"With all due respect sir, adding a new member to this team will only slow us down." "On the contrary, if anything your team will slow her down." *** She's the ghost story you tell around a camp fire. The monster that hides in your closet. The nightmare that wakes you from your sleep. She's the definition of the word 'deadly'. She never smiles, never shows any emotion other than a blank stare. Unless, she's pissed, then it shows. She doesn't trust any of the other agents, only the chief. She doesn't play nice with others. She's a solo agent, always works alone, but that's about to change. Respect her and she'll take a bullet for you. Mistreat her and she'll put a bullet in you...if you're lucky. She's Agent 13... ***Book 1*** Highest Ranking: #1 in Action

***Book four in a series, please read the others first! After the whirlwind that was last winter, Nat thinks she's evolved out of the spy world. It's been eight months, after all, and it's hard to think about spies when it's August and school is about to start. So she focuses instead on enjoying her summer and the occasional presence of a super-hot, still-super-mysterious boy. Nat thought she had finally figured out Zach Sullivan during the blizzardy winter. But it's during the heat-drenched days of summer that the truth comes out about something that only ever existed as a rumor in CIA files: Zach's mother. What happened to Zach when he visited home in July? What caused the CIA to suddenly jump back onto a rumor they'd left alone for almost ten years? Who or what exactly is Zach's mother? Everyone has questions about her, and the only place that could have the answers is Boston, home to Harvard and the Red Sox and generations of Zach's family. So Nat finds herself walking the cobblestone streets of the North End, strolling through the Boston Commons, and wading in Cape Cod as she fights between her loyalty to Zach and the creeping doubt that he will always be hiding something from her. And then the biggest surprise hits...and it's up to Nat to fix it. Spies in sandals? The heat is on.

***Book three! Please read "Spies in Saddles" and "Spies in Stilettos" first! :) By this point, Nat thinks she's used to the whole spy thing. So her sorta-kinda-not-really boyfriend is now wanted by the same agency her brother leads. So the crazy murderer who almost killed her is still out there somewhere. So no one will tell her anything that's going on. At least it's Christmas break. And then that boy shows up in her life, bringing as much mystery, suspense, terror, and head-over-heels feelings as the last time. As the freezing polar vertex sets in, sending buckets of snow and ice and negative temperatures over the town, Nat finds herself out on another spy adventure. This time the stakes - or should we say the skates - are much higher. Nat and the gang are treading very thin ice. Pazzini isn't just the conniving gangster he seems: he's got darker dreams. Zach isn't just the troubled teen he seems: he's got bigger secrets. But Nat isn't just the lost, confused girl she seems: she's got spy genes. Spies in skates? It's a slippery career.

**This is a sequel!! Please read "Spies in Saddles" first, don't spoil it! Thanks** Nat thinks she has it all figured out - so her best friend, brother, coach, etc, are all spies and her whole life has basically been a lie. So what? Now that she knows that, life can go on normally. Or, as she will soon find out, about as normally as is possible for a teenaged girl very involved in the life of spies. Nearly two months after the Alley Cat fiasco, Nat finds herself snared in another problem, regarding the same painting the Alley Cat wanted, the one that apparently holds some kind of code. What is it about this painting that has the espionage world screaming? It's not even a Picasso! But when she attends a Christmas party and discovers a very big secret in her midst, she realizes that normal life really doesn't mean anything anymore. There are secrets everywhere: from her friends to her family to the boy whose past is shrouded in the most mystery. Among the appetizers and evening gowns, Nat discovers that almost everyone there is hiding something. Spies in stilettos? That's more like it!

Nat has always joked about one of her best friends, Molly, being a top-secret CIA agent. After all, it always fit in with her many absences from school, distant trips on the weekends, and unexplained injuries. But Nat never considered the truth behind those jokes, because how could someone from an all-girl, Catholic school that wore saddle shoes possibly do any wrong? And then one day in algebra-two, when a gun is shoved in her face, everything she thought she knew about Molly flies out the window. With the help of her other best friend Kate and, of course, several attractive males, Nat finds herself caught up in a plot of kidnappings, gunshots, and high-scale adventure, all taking place right inside what she had thought was her comfort zone. Spies in saddles? Who'd have thought!