STAND ALONE TITLES
I'm a true romantic. I believe in fairy tales, soulmates, and happily ever afters. The last way I’d ever try to find my true love is with a one night stand. But that night of the party, I wasn’t looking for my soulmate. I just wanted to do something wild and crazy. So I did.
When a hot guy with dark hair, brooding eyes, and a chiseled face made eye contact with me across a crowded room, I held his stare and waited for him to come over. Before even asking my name, he kissed me. I kissed him back. And then, without giving it a second thought, I followed him to a room and had my first ever one-night stand.
The next morning, I took off. It was only supposed to be one night. Nothing more. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even months later, when I was dating someone else, I was still thinking about that mysterious stranger and the night we shared. Then I found out he’s not a stranger. He’s the friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and has been looking for me all summer.
I can’t let him find me. We were never supposed to see each other again. I’ll admit it was a magical night. One I’ll never forget. There were sparks, fireworks, and this unexplained feeling that we belong together. But soulmates aren’t found with a one-night stand. They’re found with handwritten love notes. Flowers. A first kiss under the moonlight.
A one night stand is the worst love story ever. But what if it’s mine?
Up until that night, everything was perfect. I’d just finished my junior year, been named one of the best college football players in the country, and had a smokin’ hot girl on my lap in the back of my buddy’s SUV on our way to a party at the cabin.
Now I’m living in my own personal hell, reliving that night, my busted-up leg a constant reminder of what I’m trying to forget. Everyone in this damn town is holding their breath to see if I’ll play again, as if that even matters anymore. My future in the pros? The money? The media attention? I don’t give a shit about any of it anymore.
All I want is to be left alone so I’m pissed when my mom goes and hires some damn cleaning lady for the house I’ve been renting. I’m expecting some old lady and that’s who I get until one day she doesn’t show up. Instead I get a girl with a beautiful face, soulful eyes, and a body I can’t stop looking at.
Her name is Becca and she’s hot as hell but the girl asks a lot of damn questions. Questions I don’t want to answer. But when she’s gone, I miss her like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes I’ll make the house extra messy just so she’ll stay longer. It’s pathetic, I know, but this is what I’ve become.
I’m Ethan Baxter. And I’m barely holding on.
Still Love You
Willow has had her life planned out since she was a little girl, so when her boyfriend, Silas, proposed when they were still in high school, she turned him down. Marrying Silas was not part of the plan.
Unlike Willow, Silas lives in the moment and lets his heart guide his decisions so he had no hesitations when he asked Willow to marry him. When she said no, he needed to get away so he took off to do volunteer work overseas.
Willow assumed she’d never see Silas again so she’s shocked when he shows up at her dorm room. For the past two years, she’s tried to forget him. Tried to move on. But she can’t. He was her first love. Her only love.
She still loves Silas, but is convinced they can’t be together. They want different things in life. It would never work. So why can’t she stop loving him?
The Geek and the Goddess
People always say they wish they could predict the future. But not me. I already know my future. I’m going to lose my sight. I don’t know exactly when, but it’s going to happen and it’s the reason I’ll never fall in love.
At least that’s what I thought. Until one day a guy walks into my chem class and changes all that.
I thought for sure he’d avoid me after he saw how people at school treat me. The teasing. The nicknames. Just being seen with me is enough to ruin his reputation, yet this guy still wanted to date me. And he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
That’s how it began. How it ended is not at all what I expected. Ours is an unlikely love story.
Seeing a guy walking a broken-down motorcycle down a deserted country road screams trouble. So what do I do? Stop and offer him a ride. And when he refuses, I find him at the house he’s staying at and try to get to know him. Maybe not the best decision but I wanted to know his story, like why he just showed up here in the middle of nowhere. Everyone keeps telling me not to trust him but I can’t seem to stay away.
The girl won’t leave me alone. At first it pissed me off but now I’m used to her coming over and miss her when she’s not here. She’s smart, beautiful, and too damn nice to be involved with a guy like me. She doesn’t need more trouble, especially after her con artist dad stole all her money. She could’ve found someone better so why the hell did she pick me? Now it’s too late. I love Sage and want a life with her. Problem is, there’s a good chance my life is about to end.
Anyone But Her
One Rule. Stay away from his daughter.
Seems easy enough…if I wasn’t in love with her.
Out of all the girls I could’ve fallen for, why did it have to be Taylor, my best friend’s sister? The girl who’s off limits? Her dad’s letting me live at their house. He’s the reason I’m still on the path to being a professional golfer. Dating Taylor means losing everything.
All I had to do was follow one rule. Don’t date his daughter. Date anyone but her. But I couldn’t do it.
I've never had good luck.
Until the day I was hit by a car.
It was the worst day of my life. But also the best. Because it’s the day I met Corbin.
Dating a hot rich doctor is something I’ve only dreamed about and yet it happened. To me! I took it as a sign my bad luck was gone.
But then it returned. First it was Corbin’s family, who doesn’t think I’m good enough. Then his ex, who wants him back. And then? Something I never saw coming.
Was it all too good to be true? Or would luck find me again?
Kinda Hate You
I’ve always hated Cal.
We fight constantly. Just the sight of him gets my blood boiling.
Problem is, I’m best friends with his sister so it’s hard to avoid him. And now we’re going to the same college.
He’s also giving me swimming lessons but I have no idea why. I swear he’s only doing it so he can drown me.
I really hate him.
I hate the smirk on his face.
I hate his gorgeous blue eyes. His dark tan. His muscular arms.
I hate the way my stomach flutters when he touches me in the pool.
And most of all? I hate that I’m starting to like him.
Me liking Cal? That was never supposed to happen.
With Every Breath
It’ll get better with time.
That’s what everyone told me.
They were so damn wrong.
That night on the bridge, I was ready for it to end. The pain. The guilt. I couldn’t take it anymore.
But then HE showed up. Tall. Broad shoulders. A thick beard. Plaid shirt. Through the fog and rain, he looked like a giant lumberjack coming at me.
Turns out he was a mechanic who just happened to stop and notice something leaking from my car. Next thing I know, the guy’s giving me a ride back to his garage.
He ruined my plan.
I wanted to hate him for that but couldn’t. Not after he told me what happened on that same night exactly one year ago.
Travis doesn’t tell me it’ll get better with time because he knows it isn’t about the days or the hours or the minutes that pass. It’s about the breaths.
With every breath, you get stronger.
With every breath, you start to heal.
With every breath, you see a sliver of light.
Before he found me on the bridge that night, I couldn’t breathe. But Travis showed me how.
And with every breath, I grew to love him.