Between college, surfing, and girls, Trent was living his best free-spirited life in Miami. He was careful not to let anything complicate that. So, when he met Kate, and they quickly became friends, he made sure to keep it that way. Better to play it safe than to risk losing her to a casual hookup. Kate was an independent girl who loved surfing, shopping, and partying with her friends. Her only hang-up in life was the hopeless crush she had on Trent. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to fall for the most unavailable guy she knew.

Kason and Adaline. From the moment they meet, they start to fall. Neither of them predict just how far the drop will be, though. Loving Adaline is all Kason has ever wanted to do. But Kason has a secret. He's an addict. A sex addict. Layer by layer, he starts to unravel, forcing Adaline to face the world he's kept hidden. What happens when one person loves beyond the craving and the other craves beyond the loving?

Remington Stringer has never been like most girls. She's outspoken and brazen and wants nothing more than to escape the Nevadan hell hole she calls home. On the brink of 18, with a deceased mother and a well-meaning, yet absent father, she's been forced to fend for herself. The only person she's ever been able to depend on is her borderline obsessive stepbrother. But even that anchor is quickly becoming a loose cannon. So when she gets the opportunity to attend the best private school in the state during her senior year of high school, she jumps at the chance.

She’s a mother. She’s a wife. She’s a fraud, a woman marked and bound by her own deceit. Experience the astounding tale of how Anonymous battled through a year of scandals and betrayals, how her world fell from its axis with a single choice, and how she lost herself between reality and fantasy. This is a stand-alone true story tangled in lust, heartbreak, and contrition.

In a city filled with prestige and American dreams also lies political fallacy and corruption. Corruption she will soon find herself indulging in. Emma would do anything to save herself from the downfall; go to any length, sacrifice her soul if needed. What she doesn’t realize is that someone else is more desperate to save their own life, and that the worst is yet to come.

The night of my birthday looked as boring as the rest of my life. Sitting on my own, trying to avoid my insanely gorgeous but horribly mean flatmate, all while waiting for him to leave so I could have a party for one…if you know what I mean. But that was before I almost crashed on the way home, when a big top rolled into town. Before I locked eyes with the hottest guy I’d ever seen swinging a sledgehammer in the rain. Before I read the flyer promoting the once-in-a-lifetime circus. A circus that wasn’t the usual garish carnival…oh, no…this one was most definitely not for children.

He was 18. The heir to a notorious, criminal MC. And my student. There was no way I could get involved. No way I could stay involved. Then, no way I could get out alive.

The man upstairs in apartment six doesn't belong here, in our rundown block on the slum side of the city. High-class and educated, suited and booted, and at least thirty years my senior. Yes. Thirty whole years. But that doesn't matter. He's absolutely gorgeous. What does matter is they say he's a disgraced teacher who preys on his college students. A filthy, sick man who deserves prison.

It all started with an unexpected phone call. Two years after my fiancé passed away in an accident, his father died suddenly, leaving Brad’s adult special-needs brother with no one to care for him. The next thing I knew, I was on a cross-country drive to New Hampshire where I’d be moving in to look after Scottie until I could get him into a group home. The last thing I ever expected? I wouldn’t be taking care of him alone.

I met Milo Corti during his self-destructive era, and he met me at the beginning of mine. That night when we crossed paths at a college party, we only had one goal: to feel good during our hell storms. After we parted ways, I’d planned never to see him again. That was until I showed up for my first day as a student-teacher and found him sitting right there before me.

Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it's time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling. What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one - only he is the new poetry professor - the married poetry professor.

I'm the whispers in the dark you can't ignore. The bully you can't run away from. I'm the tormentor who makes your life a living hell. The villain you love to hate. I'm the vicious monster sleeping in the next room. The one who knows all your secrets. And I'll stop at nothing to make you pay.

Being a teacher isn’t necessarily my passion, but pissing my dad off is. He thinks teaching is beneath our family, and I love watching him squirm. But the joke’s on me. I’m completely obsessed with the quiet, beautiful girl in my class.

I don't care what my cousin says; I am not the queen of impossible relationships. I mean, just because my last boyfriend tried to kill me and left a bit of a scar on my neck, then forced me to move across the country and legally change my name to Reese Randall to escape him, does not mean- Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever. It's no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam!

On the northeast side of town, there is a house. The house was once magical, filled with love and joy and plans for the future. Inside its walls are many things that belong to me - my books, the china from my mother on my wedding day, the beautiful cage once home to two birds, now empty, just like me. And a man. A man who also belongs to me. A man I no longer wish to keep. A man who, no doubt, has not slept, though the sun is rising. Because the house where he waits is where I laid my head to rest every night for eight years. Until last night.