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]

Rosaline thought she knew him and what she knew, she hated. But Javier isn't the kind of guy you get to know easily nor is he the kind of guy who is what he seems. He needs her more than she or even he understands. If only she would realize...

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]

"I know all about your little crush on the new girl." "I don't know what you're talking about." "I saw you," she went on. "You're smitten – the way you get all shy and nervous around her. It's sweet. Well, sickening, really. But I can help you win her over. That is, if you're willing to get your hands a little dirty." Never make a deal with a snake. It never goes as planned.

I had known Elliot Sinclair since I was 10 and never felt any compulsion to get naked with him. What could possibly have happened last night to change that? I prodded my sozzled mind for an answer, but none was forthcoming. **Removed and now available on Amazon and Smashwords!**

The moment Honey Smith sets foot in South Merritt Academy, she unknowingly becomes the target of an unspoken challenge, setting into motion a self-fulfilling prophecy that will forever change the lives of South Merritt’s Elite Five.

"Strangely, I am left feeling content. Not sad, or disappointed, but happy in a way only associated with having seen the object of one's dreaming- having touched it and heard it, even if I haven't been able to grasp it in full." *SKoW Winner! ADoR Star-Cross'd Winner!

A boy in my school has died. He was hit by a car. His name was Danny, and he sat next to me in Math, period four. Oh, and one other thing about Danny...he copied my homework. All. The. Time.

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

I hadn't always been like this. The sloppy kisses in the dirty backseats of some boy's car, the drugs, the booze. But after Edwin died, a rabbit hole opened up. So I plugged my nose and jumped in head first.

You rank maybe a 6.450903 on the hotness scale out of 10, and that’s on your good days. Sure, some days I find myself staring into your dull brown eyes a little longer than necessary, but I could get 11s if I tried. So don’t think you’re anything special.

When a riddle from her dead father comes in the mail, Alice Ripley learns that things like pirates, secret passages, skeleton keys, and bad guys who just might want to take over the world actually exist. Wonderland wasn't exactly what she expected.

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

They are dysfunctional and illogical and imperfect and he doesn’t even really like her, anyway. But it’s 2am, and she’s throwing pebbles at his window, praying he’ll come watch the shooting-stars-slash-UFOs with her. ONESHOT.

“So I take it I’m not getting any tonight?” That WOULD be the first thing he says to me when he finds out we're locked in a room together. So even with "No" for an answer, how is it I find myself in bed with him, falling harder with every passing second?

Mason always agrees with me and Jacob nearly kills me and I want to build a lemonade stand out of our memories. The man on the side of the freeway had a lemonade stand once, too, I think. It's just that whenever I see him, I kind of want to cry. Oneshot.

ONEshot. - We were, as most people would call these days, friends with benefits. "So yeah, I guess this is it." I whispered at his sleeping form. I removed his arms from me and I felt the absence I would feel for the rest of my life. "Goodbye."

ONE SHOT. Remy's boyfriend Matt is perfect in every way except one: he has an infuriating best friend named Jack who just loves to bother her. "Do you think I find joy in the fact that all I can ever think about is you, no matter how hard I try not to?"

*COMPLETE* Burroughs said it best, “Perhaps all pleasure is only relief.” This is how Callum led his life until he met Marina. Maybe pleasure can be something more than relief.

Pen is not earth mother. And the boy is not gentle. But he is lovely and broken and if she could stop being a chickenshit she could call him up and ask him to take her to Casablanca. This is how the world begins.

.FIN. I was starting to think he was my bad luck charm. After all, it was no coincidence that I embarrassed myself every time I saw him. Just throw in bookstores, sisters, best friends, blind dates, and dentists, and you’ve got my newly complicated life.

[VERY LONG ONE SHOT] Abe Pruitt is going to improve the world, and she's doing it with sticky notes. Jack St. James is going to keep on being bothersome, and he looks good doing it, damn him. Doesn't it suck when the tables are turned? [EDITED]

Morgan Girancelli and Quinn Carter weren't meant to be together. Morgan has trust issues. Quinn has arrogance down to a science. They each think the other's in it for sex. True love? They said it never stood a chance. DISCONTINUED. Obviously at this point

COMPLETE WITH EPILOGUE Amazing what occurs when witty bad boy Donovan makes a bet to seduce sarcastic good girl Piper. Follow the story of their intertwined existence through high school as lessons are learned and relationships forged. EDIT IN PROCESS

Reese was a good girl. Conscientious, effective, and thorough. Everything in her life was planned perfectly, except for a little infatuation with a certain arrogant brat named Cole Roderick. Oneshot.

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, chocolate or suave dance moves. He only kept barging through her door to harass her. [OneShot]

I've recently become aware of the fact that I no longer hate the number nine.