For Gemma, the hardest part about traveling across southern Africa looking for an infamous criminal wasn't the constant danger, the long days, or even working undercover. It was pretending not to have feelings for her partner, who was not only endearingly complicated and frustrating, but also her new pretend husband. [SEQUEL TO VERTIGO] [COMPLETE]

He stared down at me, eyes dark and unrelenting. "Do you want Malcolm?" Stupid question. But I nodded anyway. "Then kiss me." Talk about getting caught between a rock and a hard place. *SKoW Winner*

He was department head, she was just an intern. She was bubbly and neurotic, he preferred quiet and classy. He detested the strawberry milkshake from the hospital cafeteria, but she drank it everyday. It was never a match made in heaven. So how the hell did they wind up in the radiology lab, making out over the film viewer?

Houston Texans football is Stacey-Jo Dawson's religion, which makes their rival team, the Avercion Copperheads, the equivalent of Satan. But then, Stacey-Jo has a one night stand with Copperheads quarterback, Dallas Kier. (Note: You do not need to understand American football to read this.)

Life was complicated enough. Her job required a clearance, several passports, and lying to her boyfriend. When she gets mixed up with the CIA's fifth Most Wanted, she has to go undercover with her partner as his fiancée. It doesn't help that he's overprotective, that they have to sleep in the same bed, or that he manages to get into that little compartment behind her heart. [FIN]

Anais Blake had the perfect life: she was the cheer captain and the girlfriend of the soccer varsity captain. Until her family moved to another state. Now she's at a new school, with no friends, and no cheer squad. Oh, and did she just sleep with the hottest guy in school? Crap. [First in the Life Series]

I wanted my sophomore year of college to go as smoothly as possible. Too bad Asher Ives showed up and ruined it. Maybe it's my fault for drinking with the marching band, but blaming Asher is much easier. My reason for hating him is simple: I made the mistake of kissing him.

FIN "Simple, I go through women as often as I shave. I don't linger long enough for a second date, because, by the first date, I've seen them bare all. There's no woman I can't conquer. None is safe around me." As much as his haughtiness and self-righteousness upset me, I didn't let it show. Or I hoped it didn't. So how come I slapped him, my only chance to a promotion?

He walked past my desk...Again. That's 3 times in the past hour. This is also the third time he has shut the book I'm reading. Asshat. The sad thing is I can flip back to my place in milliseconds. He walks back in the room, fucker has the audacity to wink at me. The rest of the class watches with rapt attention. A Nate and Winnie throw down. Just what they've been waiting for.

Moving to a brand new city to live with my big brother made me nervous enough. Falling completely head over heels for the gorgeous singer in his band? That might be enough to drive me completely insane. - ON HIATUS for a brief period of time. It will be updated and finished but it's on a break for the time being. Thanks for understanding!

It should have been the best summer ever: a six week tour with my choir through six major cities in Europe. Sounds amazing, right? I thought so too, until I remembered who was going with me: Kurt Matthews, my obnoxious, infuriating nemesis. Oh joy.

For Noelle Preston, a life without Adrian Hastings was a good one. And she intended to keep it that way. But it turns out you really don't know someone until you wake up in bed next to them with no recollection of how you got there.