Hey, I'm writing a romance novel called Faster Than This. It's not cliche, nor sappy (or at least I don't think so) with a slight twist to it. I hope you'll take the time to check it out (:
Here's the description
Riley meets Alan on a foggy autumn day in the park half filled with yellow and red leaves. He is everything she wants to be, and he is everything she hates. Things move quickly as she falls into a deep spiraling circle filled with endless images of him. In her school, her work and even her home. Can things move any faster than this?