#1 in Coach {9/11/20} #1 in GirlPower #2 in Writing Contest {9/29/20} #13 in High School Romance {9/21/20} #32 in Teen Fiction Emily King hated two things more than anything: 1. Being told that a girl couldn't play a mean game of football. 2. A certain stormy-eyed-son-of-the-devil that went by the name of Kaden Reyes. Put those two together and Emily faces a force to be reckoned with, one that pushes her to the limit while driving her to the brink of madness. Emily King was no average girl. Raised with two older brothers and a dad who coached fulltime football, Emily's childhood was filled with massive amounts of testosterone, Gatorade, sweat, and footballs. Being surrounded by football players all the time should've made her immune to the boyish charms of the species we call males...it should have... Kaden Reyes was the storm Emily could never navigate. Her childhood was filled with the unwanted presence of the son-of-a-demon. From pulling her hair in the third grade, to throwing snowballs in her face, or chasing all the boys Emily found herself crushing over away, Kaden managed to turn Emily's world upside down. When he moves away just a year into middle school, the news is heaven on a platter for Emily. No more chaos. No more making her miserable. No more annoying her to the ends of the world. Finally, Emily thinks she has her life under control. Adjusting her sails and cruising through life, things seem to be clearer than ever, until a thunderous presence darkens the horizon. A storm in the form of now a dangerous blue-eyed man comes crashing back into her life, tearing down her walls and wrecking chaos on her world. Adjust your sails, tighten the lines, and raise the anchor. Emily is about to sail into a hurricane that might just swallow her whole, for this blue-eyed storm has plans, and they all start with Emily. All Rights Reserved @_Lindy_L_

I was never going to have it all. Confidence. Friends. Or Love. Not now. Not ever. Until him. A spoiled brat. UOP's ultimate asshole. The hockey team bad boy. Damon Saint. He hates me, Or so I thought. One night. One. That was supposed to be it. Until he saved my life. Now I'm in over my head, So far under I can't come up for air. What if I don't want to walk away anymore? Copyright © Kat N Rioux 2021

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se