Question: What was the best way to improve my grades without having to rely on my over-achieving sister and nerds to do my homework? Answer: Get the cutie undergrad next door to tutor me. The only problem is how he wants to be paid. How the budding romance between a somewhat naive yet bitchy cheerleader with a superhero complex & a foreign transfer undergraduate with a hidden past spills over into the lives of the people around them. *started on 22 Aug 13* If you liked what you just read, please try my other works. Absolution (http://www.wattpad.com/story/8034279-absolution-erotic-mature) Allegro Vivace - PG version of Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/17302763-allegro-vivace-pg-version-of-special-tutoring) Special Tutoring (http://www.wattpad.com/story/7787423-special-tutoring) Red - Completed essay (http://www.wattpad.com/20442719-red)

Paisley Devoncourt is your typical sweetheart of the family that every parent is proud of. Smart, caring, responsible, and reliable. With her life set and planned she doesn't expect that life could change on her at any moment; all because of one, sympathetic and vulnerable night. Of course, the boy that helps her change her life, the proclaimed bad boy of the town; JC Ace. JC Ace, bad boy with a reputation, a dark childhood, and scars that no one can empathize over. He's the school's delinquent, the town's gossip, and the result of a sinful teenage mistake. And some how, he's drawn to tell the goody-two-shoes sweetheart all his problems. Polar opposites who now have the biggest responsibility of their lives. A baby. To keep or not to keep? That is the question. Conflicts will arise. Heart ache. Jealousy. Relationships. Plenty of arguments. Secrets, but most of all, the life lesson that Paisley must learn and the nightmares that JC must now experience.

Perfectly Broken (We're Just Sex Friends) "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased Ryan tremendously, his hips moving more brutally. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. Instead, it was Ryan. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Emma Thorne has been stricken with heartache over her unrequited love for her best friend, Alec Romano, since childhood. So when her bully of nine years, Ryan Brighton, grants her a deal to settle her heartache, she takes a chance on him oblivious to his haunting past and present. Now "Sex Friends" Emma has a way to deal with her heartache and stand by her friends side with ease but how long will it last? Will her "Sex Friendship" be kept a secret? Or will it be revealed in unimaginable ways? Maybe even to the point of sacrificing everything she's known and love by making a deal with the bully who might be as dangerous as death itself... ***Credit for book cover goes to the brilliant Andyrojas143!***

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."