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.

David Randall hates what he's become: a famous rock star. But he's fine with that. The fame, the women, the shallowness of it all...Even his hatred for himself, he can accept. So long as he never remembers Sam. In fact, he's perfectly content with settling in that glorious state of indifference for as long as his money can sustain him. Until he reads Jane Bennet's blog. / REMOVED

One day, 15 year old high school freshman, Nala Peters, is helped out of an overbearing situation by another student named Sean Baker. He pretends to be her boyfriend to avoid the unwanted advances of one of her teachers. Not wanting to be caught lying by their friends, the two of them quickly agree to begin a fake relationship, forcing them to spend time together and grow closer.

There's a hot guy, one you haven't seen before, walking towards you and dozens of scenarios go through your head as to why he is. None of those ideas are anywhere close to the actual reason. "Hey," he says, voice deep and husky as he smiles awkwardly. You can't come up with a coherent. "Whatever you do, don't freak out." And then he's kissing you. Um . . . What the freaking heck?

Hunter Donovan. He's a friend of my brother, a year older than me, and an arrogant, disgusting, perverted jerk. He constantly has girls falling head over heels for him, but he rejects them all. He's the perfect bad boy. And who am I? The only girl to ever drive him crazy.

Sure, there's probably nothing wrong with making out for once in my life with a Mr. I'm-Too-Hot-And-Sexy-Any-Girl-Would-Raise-And-Wave -Their-Lacy-Underwear-Just-To-Have-Sex-With-Me, but I could definitely find all the errors if that kind of guy makes out with ME. Because I'm a freaking nerd, for crying out loud!

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.

In a fit of sudden heroism, Miriam Porter saved a little girl from certain death. But the girl turned out to be the president's daughter. So now who's going to save Miriam from falling in love with the president's sexy son? Oh, shenanigans...

You caught me staring at you the first time we met. I don't remember why I was staring, but I do believe your exact words were, "tormented by my beauty?" I smirked at the comment. / One-Shot

There was no one in the world that Keri DeGiovanni hated more than Alexander Vidal. Which was why when she found a shirtless Alex with his arms around her bare body and no recollection of the night before, she was a bit surprised.

You know those hopeless romantics who sit around watching Disney movies and writing love poetry to no one in particular? Yeah, that's me, but I'm still looking for my prince charming. But have I yet to meet him, or have I known him all along? COMPLETE!