**Copyrighted** *Sequel to I Am Who* *Book 3* "I told you not to protect me! I told you not to get hurt!" I exploded, whirling to face him. "You should have listened to me. You promi-" My word cut off as he fairly launched himself out of his seat, closing the distance between us in two, large steps. His hands cupped my cheeks, and his lips captured mine. There was a roughness in the action, and I stood for a brief moment in shock at what was happening. The need in his touch, however, elicited an instinctive response within me. I kissed him back, my hands forming fists at my sides wary of his many injuries. Tears welled beneath my lids at the pain he was undergoing for me. Again. And then His hands slid down my sides, pushing my arms up to rest on his shoulders as he closed the remaining space between us. All thoughts except him fled from my mind, and I clutched at him with all the varied emotions swirling through me as a guide. For some reason neither of us could explain, we'd held ourselves back for all this time. There had always been something getting in the way, and besides that, both of us had been so emotionally broken, we'd almost been too scared to reach out and take hold of one another for fear the dream we were experiencing would dissipate if we tried. The separation had pushed us further apart, too, and I had thought...well, I had foolishly thought I was smart and that I knew so much about what he was feeling, but that wasn't the case at all, because here he was: holding me as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. Whatever came, I wanted to be with him. I was done letting go and running away.

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

Hannah Sky was a average 22-year-old woman with a content life until the day she came home to find her boyfriend, Peyton of 3 years on top of her best friend Julia. That same day, Peyton kicked Hannah out of their home, Julia had now claimed her place. Logan Python was the long-lost son of Reginald and Anne Python; the richest couple in the country. He was sent away as a child due to his abusive father. Logan hated his parents for sending him away to be with his Uncle when he was a child. Even though Logan loathed his parents, he knew he would have to take over his father's company one day. He was awaiting the day they would approach him once again. Logan never thought he'd find a drunk, broken girl in a nearby bar the night he missed the winning shot for his basketball team. The moment Logan saw Hannah, he was instantly infatuated with this crying beauty. He wanted to save her. He wanted to save his "Bunny". Little did he know, that stubborn girl was heartbroken and was not willing to fall for a ex-player like him. She had her heart broken once and didn't want it to be broken again. Cover by @Infectious_Mortals Warning: This story contains mature language and mature themes. Read at your own risk.

I think that sometimes the universe likes to play sick jokes on people. Like sometimes you drop the ice cream you've been craving on the floor before you're able to get a bite or you crack the screen of your brand new cell phone. Or sometimes you get the first detention of your life on the same day your middle school bully comes back from a delinquent school and get locked in the library with him and his brothers (who you haven't talked to since the 8th grade.) Yep. The universe just loved playing sick jokes on Thea Caruso. ~~~ Thea Caruso had spent her entire childhood with her 2 best friends Kevin & Devin Preston but like every young friendship it slowly got to the point where they wouldn't even acknowledge each other in school. She didn't hold anything against them. It's just how things go. Strangers to Friends to Best Friends to Strangers. There is one Preston that she does have ill feelings for. Marc Preston. The troublesome younger triplet that had always made Thea's life a living hell and he's back and ready to start his reign of terror. There's only one problem... Thea Caruso isn't the same girl he picked on in 8th grade. She isn't scared to bite back now. { Book 4 of The Preston Series }

With her family bankrupt and the man she loved now married to another woman, Gretchen decides to move to London to fix what's left of her life. Returning to San Francisco a failure is not an option, so she takes on the only job she can find - one that involves a baby, a man, and unfortunately, love. ***** Ethan Williams is done with love. Scorned and left by his wife, his life's goal is to acquire more wealth and travel the world. But one morning, he wakes up to find an infant on his doorstep. Left with no choice, Ethan hires a nanny to care for the child. When he begins to feel his heart respond to the presence of the new nanny, he is certain his life just took a turn for the worse - and he is determined to rid himself of every silly notion of love. [[Word Count: 80,000-90,000]] Cover design by Cil Ojumo

You've got one boy. One girl. One pretty little lie. A perfect relationship. The perfect boyfriend. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect dates. The perfect gifts. And the perfect surprises. That gives you our golden couple of Sunset Westwood High. But what happens when it's all a lie? One boy. One girl who needs desperate help. One pretty little lie. That sounds more like it. When Olivia's ex is bothering her and rubbing it in her face at a party that he moved on after dumping her, she sees her nemesis, Ethan walking by and she uses him as her ploy, but the move isn't so smart when you think about it. I mean, how easy can it be acting lovey-dovey with your enemy? . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

SEQUEL TO LOVING A VILLAIN There were sparks when we met, but not the kind that you would think. One look at him quite literally knocked me out. Seriously. I was unconscious. He was not some shining hero on a white horse, who swooped in and saved the day. No he put the Hero's head through a wall and laughed. Overall, he and I are a complete shit show. Complete. Shit show. He isn't nice. Or kind. Or hell, even legally decent. And he sure as hell isn't sane. Through all his shitty qualities, the villainous attitude, and even all the multiple attempts on my life. I fell for the villain of the century. My damn luck. Blue Doom. But did we get the semi-happy ending? Or at least the one you're suppose to get when you end up with the villain of the story. But no. I get the short stick. He's nothing I ever imagined, but everything I'll ever need. I already fell in love with the villain, now its time for me to save his crazy ass.