Hair (✓) Lipstick (✓) Smile (Perfect) After graduating from Rosary Academy, Kenzie Rizzitelli is ready to attend Spelman College for girls. With one last Summer in the ever expanding city of 'Boomtown', she plans for it to be unforgettable. But when her husband and brother are charged with a crime they did not commit, everything comes to a screeching halt. To prove their innocence, it is up to her to become something she thought she would never be, all the while, battling her own internal demons.

Wild cinnamon brown curls. Curious eyes and a quirky smile. Ripped jeans and band shirts. Mixed patterns and strange colors. Brief moments of strength. Kar White. Whose name during role call makes all the teachers laugh (White car, ha ha). Whose father thought the name Kara was "too girly". Who dreams without sleeping. Who has a fiery temper and a messy past with a careless boy. *** When Kar comes back to her hometown, San Diego, California, after basically a year of vacation in the "City of Love", Paris France, she never expects her old life and high school to come and hit her smack dab in the nose, demanding answers. It's tough to keep sight of who you are and what you want for yourself when surrounded by people who live, eat and breath society's acceptance, and are willing to do whatever is asked to obtain it. But the young are meant to be united and strong. Brake through the surface, and own your life. You've only got one.

"Hey Becca, we need to talk..." Her whole life, Rebecca Smith's relationships have never lasted long enough. And they all ended with that one, sad excuse for a line. "It's not you, it's me." She believed the first couple of guys, then a few more. But now she's had enough. Little innocent Becca was going to ruin every player in her school. And she was going to write her own manual about it, but what's an experiment without fun, fights and fiascos? This time it was her turn... "Maybe we can still be friends?" To be a heartbreaker...

Everything Bobbi Grace Thompson does is for her mother, who had sadly passed away in a car accident when Bobbi was just four. Since then it has always been herself, her father Lucas and her late mother's flower shop, Gracious Gardens. Everything is going well for her until Roberto Moretti comes into her life. He's a typical bad boy, but there's always a reason why bad boys become bad boys, right? Bobbi stops trying to be his friend after he destroys her mother's shop; her father forgives him, with the stipulation that he repairs the damage he caused, but Bobbi is furious that the beautiful shop she was supposed to have inherited has been ruined - so she works with him. Roberto perceives her to be 'perfection' and is jealous of her 'perfect' life, but when he sees it's just a facade... will it be for good or bad? On a journey full of drama, secrets and tears, and once they get to know each other, Bobbi Grace and Roberto learn much more than the struggles of how to build a flower shop. © Copyright 2018 by KeepItBasic ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (Blurb cleared up by Irusan - user on Yahoo!Answers (Cover by stereoactive)

Life was going okay...until I found out I had a stalker. That's when everything changed. ~~~~~ That’s when I heard the fence give way. I bolted for my left and sprinted as fast as I could. The rain burned my eyes and I had no idea where I was going. I was running blindly in a dark alleyway to God knew where. And, somehow, I knew I wouldn’t make it through without being caught. All of a sudden, I felt myself hurtling through the air. I let out a scream when my head made sickeningly painful contact with the slimy ground beneath me. That’s when he caught up with me. That’s when he dragged me to my feet, only eyes visible beneath his black mask. That’s when he whispered, ‘Keep still, and you won’t get hurt.’ Stupidly and feebly, I thrashed in his grip. And that’s when I caught a glimpse of the wet blade that glistened with rain drops, before he pressed it against my throat. Cliche, with a twist. Enjoy :) (It's better than it sounds, I promise!) #166 Mystery/Thriller #230 Romance