~Dear Cupid, I like this really cute guy from my school, except he's a bad boy and a total player. What do I do? I'm a pretty shy girl. Help! Love, Amy. ~ I read my 41st message for today. I'm no love guru or anything; though I have my ways when it comes to helping people with their love lives or relationships. I stretched my fingers and got ready onto typing once again. ~Dear Amy, I think you should get to know the 'Bad Boy' a bit more. But, like I said. You only live once. Take the chance. Be confident. If it doesn't work. Move on. I'm sure plenty of guys would love to get to know you more. Love, Violet ♥~ Now, before you say anything, I'm not really cupid, I don't have the arrows or the diapers. I like to think that where cupid shoots, I keep the arrow in tact. I help with people's love life because love is the most important and purest thing in the world. It can fix and endure anything and everything. I believe in love so much that I fell in love with bad boy Lucas Williams. This is your one of a kind Bad Boy meets Cupid, but everything isn't as it seems, heartbreak, loss, betrayal, love and everything in between. Everything has to be cliche before it gets better.

(Book one of the rollercoaster love series) This is my take on the cliche (albeit awesome) football & cheerleader, best friend's brother, boy next door, bad boy & good girl, high school love story. *"Just being with you helps me," he whispered. He ran the back of his hand along my cheek. He leaned down and softly put his lips on mine. I put my hand on his cheek. I kissed him back for a moment before pulling away from him. I leaned my forehead against his. "I'm sorry." "No it's not that. We don't kiss when one of us isn't clear headed, that's the rule." "We have rules now?" he asked. I nodded. He hugged me tighter and laid his head against my shoulder. "What are our rules?" "We don't kiss when one of us isn't clear headed." He nodded and put one finger on my thigh. "We uh we don't kiss other people." He put a second finger on my thigh. "We don't take our anger out on each other." he kissed my shoulder and put a third finger onto my thigh. "We don't go further than kissing." he chuckled putting a fourth finger down. "And when we figure out what we want, we have to tell the other." His hand was now on my inner thigh. "And that's five."* This is the story of two childhood best friends. Leia Evans, the good girl, the head cheerleader, the girl every girl wants to be, the girl every guy wants to get with, and his corazón. And Nick Torres, the bad boy, the star wide receiver, the guy every guy wants to be, the guy every girl dreams of being with, and her brother's best friend.