"Why are you doing this to me?" Aaron asked, his voice laced with frustration and heartbreak. Allie looked away. "You'll never understand my emotions," she whispered. "Actually... I don't think you've ever tried to." The silence between them was heavy with everything they had never said. "I'm not that difficult to understand, Aaron," she continued, her voice trembling despite her efforts to stay strong. "The only thing I've ever wanted was to be loved." Her voice was calm, almost emotionless, but that was only because she was exhausted. Exhausted from carrying years of hurt, disappointment, and unanswered questions. For the first time in a long time, all she wanted was peace. But destiny had other plans for them...... Will they find their way back to each other? Will Allie ever forgive Aaron for the mistakes he never meant to make? And will their love be strong enough to survive everything that tried to tear it apart? ---- You know those fairytale love stories where everything falls into place after one grand romantic gesture? Yeah, this isn't one of those. This is the story of Allie and Aaron-a software engineer who thinks every problem can be solved with enough caffeine and debugging, and a journalist who treats his feelings like classified information. Somehow, against all logic, they keep finding their way back to each other. It's a story about friendship, heartbreak, bad timing, sarcasm, emotional damage, and two stubborn people who spend far too much time pretending they don't care. From friends to strangers, strangers to lovers, and lovers to soulmates, this is the kind of love that doesn't feel perfect-it feels real. The kind that stays. The kind that makes you roll your eyes and believe in it at the same time.

She is fiery, hot-headed and spontaneous. He is calm, composed and calculating. She is fire, burning every obstacle in her path. He is ice, numbing his enemies with a single glare. She is loud, not afraid of raising her voice. He is quiet, his silence speaking volumes. ******* Hazel Martin and Xavier Davis are like two opposite sides of a pole, with her fierce persona and his cold attitude. But one thing is common between them; their love and affection for their families. So what will happen when they are stuck with each other and they need each other's help in the middle of a crisis? ... Thank you @prettypink-ink for such a wonderful cover. Things are bound to get messy as their opposite worlds clash with each other.

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)