He thinks she's playing at being an adult, she just wants him to grow up. She's going back, he swore he never would. It used to be them against the world, but years have passed and things aren't quite as simple anymore. Sequel to SMtL. ***Removed and now available on Amazon, i-Tunes, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords***

The first time I had kicked in the womb it had been when Max, a baby himself, had placed his hand against my mother's stomach. It had been the first, but certainly not the last, time I'd kicked him, and now suddenly he wasn't interested in a fight? Weird. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

Art calms me, Ryan McAllister. So does skateboarding. When I'm offered a job as a stunt double for the famous Zane Ryker so I could go to art school, of course I say yes. Me? Ryan? I'm a girl. SEQUEL IS OUT!

-"Positivity, Cerise," he mocks, "have some, and you may get a good summer." How am I supposed to enjoy the summer with so many disastrous events going on and a mind-game playing, overly flirtatious, extremely gorgeous idiot around to enjoy my misfortune?

Cadence never planned on sleeping with her brother's best friend. Then again, she didn't plan on getting pregnant by him either. It's a battle of wits to see if Cadence can make it out unscathed, but really... nothing ever goes according to plan, does it?

I never thought I would wind up a mother at seventeen - or that my husband, the father of my baby, and my boyfriend would be three very different men. *NOW COMPLETE*

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.”

He wanted my best friend to fall in love with him so he sought my help. Then why, may I ask, does he pay more attention to me than to her?

Moved to a new town to live with my Dad. Went to a party. Got a tad bit drunk. Hooked up with some guy, only to find out that my Dad happens to be his football coach and he just happens to practically live at my house...Problem? Yes. -Will re-write soon!-

She's a bleeding heart liberal. He's a jaded Marine. She's the best friend. He's the older brother. She's middle class. He's loaded. And they're sharing the same address. Painfully cliché? You have no idea. SKoW Winner and Runner-up, Round 8.

ON HIATUS TILL APRIL 15 Just how dangerous is faking a marriage in the medieval ages?

She's the shy and reserved good girl, He's the school troublemaker. The classic good girl falls for bad boy...just in a not so classic way... no updates wo feedback.

Epitome: perfect example of a class or type. Cliche: trite or overused expression or idea. Roxanne is a sarcastic sophomore. Bryce is an arrogant prick. He's her brother's best friend. Obvious much?

Deep down, that's exactly what she was. But on the surface she was the sweetheart of her junior classmates, her parents' favorite angel. She even got along with her emo brother and his hot but psychotic friends... Minus the one that's trying to kill her.

The Highlander Series: Janine's world unraveled after her mother dies tragically, now her pressing problem was to try not to get herself and her sister killed by the very ones that kidnapped them. But temptation came with blue eyes and a Scottish accent.

Kendra Cumming thought that she hated David Neilsen. In fact, she was sure of it. But could it be possible that something more than hate and lust could develop between these two? And is hate or lust closer to love?

I see pictures of you now; with aviators hiding your eyes, a can of beer in one hand, a girl in the other. And I can’t seem to figure out how I ever fit in with your life. one-shot

Liz is the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend, and the perfect big sister. She is always in control. But everything changes when she meets Susan, Meredith, and most of all the freethinking, artistic Patrick. Can Liz stay in control?

He hit me. Well, not so much hit me as fell into me and knocked me down. My ego was bruised. . . along with my head. Yes, it hurt. He kissed me! Well not so much kissed me as ran into my neck with his mouth. Oh great, now I'm stupid. COMPLETE!