All it takes is one night to change your life.

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

When former beauty pageant queen, Ellie Wilde, hears of her grandmother's sickness, she's the first to offer to drive her to her chemotherapy. What she didn't know she was agreeing to was an obnoxiously cheerful blond boy somehow nudging his way into her life. ©iwearheelys, all rights reserved.

When a wildly popular artist reneges on his book contract, no-nonsense editor Erin Andersen is sent to rein him in. But after meeting sexy Stephen Spence, she discovers Distraction is contagious. Before the book deal slips away, Erin has to decide between her career and her heart. Whatever she decides, she might lose both. ------------------------------ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯C(_) -------------------------- Thank you for taking the time to check out my work - I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please rate and comment before moving along, if you will. Also, I have a FREE BOOK for everyone, available on my website. Just copy and paste this link and you can read WEST WIND today: http://www.RobinVanAukenBooks.com What's WEST WIND about? Glad you asked: "Fate calls Sabrina to her grandmother's hospital bed where she hears a confession of betrayal and death. Is Destiny leading her on a twisted path? Her search takes her into the arms of embittered Jay West. Will Jay help Sabrina and, in doing so, restore his family's honor? Despite their undeniable attraction and Sabrina's belief in fate, Jay thinks its misfortune knocking on his door."

"She had this thought. Not about choking hazards on children's toys or fatal car crashes, but a thought about how Skylar was not entirely a person. He was more like an ocean with violent currents; one of the seven seas with skin and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with despair; bad weather with the premonition of a hurricane. And she thought that she finally understood why they named hurricanes after humans. But she lived in Arizona all of her life; she had never seen a hurricane, and she found that fitting because she had never seen anything like him either." He was as tragic as a hurricane. She was as volatile as a tornado. But when Skylar and Scout collided, they were bound for the sun. NOTE: Art for book cover by Budi Kwan.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.