{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.

"James, what are you doing here?" "I need to talk to you," I demanded. She wiped her forehead,"What about?" I moved closer to her, took her hand in mine, and intwined our fingers. My hand fit perfectly into hers, her long and thin fingers, completed the space left in mine. "Us," was all I said as I searched her face for her reaction. She sighed,"James, we had this talk before." "That was before, this is now," I pointed out. She shook her head and pulled her hand out of my grasp,"James, we can't." **** Stella Johnson has dreamed of going to Juilliard to live out her dream of being a contemporary dancer. Atlas her dream does come true, Juilliard wants her. She quickly moves away from Connecticut to New York City, leaving behind her parents. As Stella begins to start dance class she is in for a rude awakening when someone from her past comes into her life: James Maxwell He is a player from her highschool and in fact, still is one. Once James meets Stella he can't get enough of her and her witty comebacks. He wants one thing and one thing only which is her. Little does Stella know she'll be dancing with the player. | book #1 of trilogy