She was everything he wasn't, nothing he ever needed, someone he didn't deserve. But it didn't matter. Watching her serenade him, eyes bright with humour and something so tender it made his heart ache – he decided he wanted her anyway.

Oh, wow," said the boy in the seat next to me. "I can’t believe you HAVE that picture." He pointed to a pic of a blond boy I had clipped out of a Cosmo Girl magazine and stuck to my binder because I thought he was cute. Sure as hell, it was the same boy.

Adaline never thought life would be easier before she knew Flyboy’s secret identity. With her case in The City underway and a new super team-with questionable members-in the making, Adaline doesn’t know how she’s going to survive her senior year. SEQUEL!

It was just that... Dorian Birch! He had a way of making me feel a little crazy. Like I had to take action somehow. Run away or pinch him or, well, flash him apparently. Sing in his band even if it was the last thing I ever thought I'd want to do. He was bound to be the death of me, one way or another.

Sequal to QoaQR: Nobody said love was easy...then again no one mentioned the mind games, precocious kids, homicidal inventions, therapy, or as much stalking as is going on. I feel woefully misinformed...

Matchmaking is supposed to be easy. But Madeline is going to learn that love can't be planned when she starts to fall for the last person she ever thought she would, who also happens to be the man her best friend claims to love as well. **Now available as an ebook on Amazon!

PREVIEW ONLY Sequel: Lexi has moved on to better things, namely Ramsey, But things are amiss and she learns things about him that would make any girl turn away. Now he's trying to make amends and does what she least expects: invites her to Jack's wedding.

He’s HOT, RICH and super SEXY. Josh Mitchells is the epitome of perfection. Girls worship him and guys envy his popularity. The only problem: he’s my next door neighbor. CHAPTER 9 UP!

She didn't know him, and he didn't know her. A coincidence of cosmic proportions had brought them together, over the phone. Nothing personal that was the rule. “So our siblings are getting married.” He said thoughtfully.“Obviously not to each other.”

It didn’t matter to my Hindu Mum that he was an Italian badass covered in tattoos; the Indian fortune-teller had predicted that I would marry him so according to Mum, marry him I would. **Lucan’s Story**

Spies, roommates, scars, MCATS, kisses, mafiosos. Trust me, it can ALWAYS get worse.