"I've left a mason jar with 365 notes for you. Yes, 365. I've counted them myself eleven times. One for every day. On it, I've written 365 things for you to do and remember when I'm not there. It should help mend your heart after I leave you. Only when you're sure you've moved on, when you're sure you're happy can you stop reading them. I know what you're thinking right now, you stubborn girl. But please. Do this for me. It's all I ask. Know that I love you." Elliot W. Dickson When Elliot Dickson dies suddenly, Aria's world turns upside down. She finds herself completely lost, wishing beyond repair to just hear one last word, one last laugh from Elliot. But when Elliot leaves behind notes-365 to be exact-Aria realizes he hasn't completely left her yet. And when she meets Easton Myers, it becomes clear that her final semester of high school will be nothing like she thought it would be. Where Elliot was light, Easton is dark, full of secrets and a dark past. Full of adventures, tears, and laughs, Aria finds herself in moments she'll never forget. But the past can never truly be erased.

I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me. "Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His gaze lingers on my lips. "Why do you think it's okay to lie to me?" He teases, staring into my eyes. He takes my hand and kisses it. I stare dumbfounded and lose my train of thought for a moment. "I'm good at lying," I say with a shrug. He only smirks and kisses my hand again. He then pulls me towards him, so that I am on top of him. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Nora Farris is grief stricken by the death of her father eight months ago. Nora tries to gain a sense of normalcy as her senior year of high school draws to a close, but her plans are thrown off track when she bumps into Ezra Montgomery at her weekly therapy sessions. Ezra and Nora both have their own long lists of problems, could they figure them out together, or will their baggage be too much for them both to carry?

[ A Y E A R A F T E R H I S G O D C O M P L E X ] Gayle Lovegrove is starting over. The wayward waitress has given up her high-profile life and sure-fire future to become a waitress in a small town far away. So what happens when she finds a naked man in her apartment, claiming he knows her from another life? I'll tell you what; long, lingering dances in the dark, strange encounters and hard hitting cases to find out why she keeps having weird dreams about creepy dark creatures, flying men and a best friend she never knew.

I changed the title to 'Collided' since that's how Heath and Hope met. Collided is available on Amazon in paperback & KU All links are on my profile.

You have known eachother since you where born , what happens if you start to develop feelings for your best friend? Will those feelings go away? And will he feel the same ? ⚠️TW⚠️ some subjects in this book can be offensive or hard to read.

The sun was rising, and for the first time, Shamse wasn't the only one awake on the sombre street watching the sun rise. That very same morning, Edward caught sight of the rising sun but just before, he caught a glimpse of the human embodiment of sunshine, Shamse. The light bestowed by the sun and the moon guide us through our days and our nights. And through their days and nights Shamse was captivated by the moonlight and Edward was in awe of the sunlight. But the sun is potent, it's light can burn and the moon is tranquil, it's calmness can be misunderstood. Shamse worried that getting too close to Edward would only burn him and hurt her; but Edward would rather burn everyday for the rest of his mortal life than spend a single silent sunrise with Shamse.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)