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My brother’s best friend thinks he owns me. Mr. All-Star Quarterback won’t let me heal in peace. His perfectly chiseled features are always there, suffocating me, refusing to let me wallow in my own misery. Reid is the epitome of “hard-headed jock”…and he has his sights set on me. If he wasn’t so stubborn…. If he wasn’t so captivatingly handsome…. Maybe then I’d be able to keep my defenses up. Will these new feelings taint my brother’s memory? Will we cross a line that will ruin everything?

Vengeance is not my middle name. It’s in my blood. It’s tattooed on my skin. The thing that drives me. It’s also what brings me to Rawley Heights. No one would willingly come here otherwise. But me? I don’t have a choice. Here, everyone fears the Heights Crew. They’re not just some small-town gang, they’re the real deal. Crime. Sex. Murder. Angry, self-obsessed dudes with bad attitudes. And they’re exactly who I need to get my vengeance from. I have my work cut out for me, but don’t worry, they have no idea who they’re dealing with. I’m counting on it.

I planned everything…or so I’d thought. I had a contingency plan for my contingency plan, but that was before I met them. The few members of the crew who’ve already irrevocably changed my life. I thought I knew what I wanted, and I still do want that, but if getting my vengeance means ruining my future—our future—how can I live with that?

The only relationship that counts in the Heights is if you’re a part of the Crew. There, gang ties are thicker than blood. More important than money, safety, or any other promise we’re supposed to have in this life. Even more important than yourself. Me? I’m in, and I can’t get out.

I knew I'd ruffle feathers, but the day I walked into Rockport High, I had no idea the cheap shots that were to follow. You see, the Ballers and I have a history. They play basketball. I play basketball. But they hate that I play basketball as good as them. And the only thing they hate more than that, is me. That's right. I'm a girl, and I. Can. Play. Make no mistake about it. The Ballers can do their worst, but I will earn a spot on the RHS boys' team. This is my last resort to make a name for myself, and I can't let them interfere.

The Underdark: Beneath the surface of Faern lies a whole different world. A world of drow, deep gnomes, and other denizens of the dark. A world of cities like Menzoberranzan and Skullport, of warriors and rogues like Drizzt Do'Urden and Liriel Baenre and numerous others. Leave the security of the surface world and seek out the darkness that lies below. Welcome to the Realms of the Underdark.

The Ballers took everything away from me last year. Riding the bench wasn't what I'd planned, and I don't want a repeat of that this season. I can't have a repeat of that, not if I want to accomplish all those goals I set for myself when I first came to RHS. There's one problem though. One Baller is determined to keep me on the sidelines. I'm broken because of him. Physically broken. I can't let that stop me though. There's so much riding on this year, and I won't let anything - or anyone - get in my way.

In the Heights, everyone fears the Heights Crew. I wish I had the luxury. I can’t afford to run away from them, I have to run to them. Why? Because now they’re my only chance at survival. Johnny, Brawler, Oscar, Magnum—I hope we can all come together to get out of this. It’s going to take a lot more than luck to free me from the wrongs I’ve been accused of. Like relying on the one person I’d rather put a bullet in than place my life at his feet.

The Ballers may have the upper hand at RHS. I underestimated them, their cruelty, their ability to look the other way when something hits them over the head, but camp is a whole other story. Their asses are mine.

I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m just one scared girl in a world where there’s a lot to be afraid of. Cade, Lex, and Reid helped. They pulled me out of my own head, helped me feel a sliver of happiness again. But with that, I gained a new set of worries. What if I lost another person I love? I’m not perfect. I’ve made mistakes. Running away won’t ever be one of them again, though. I’m back at Spring Hill High to fight for the ones I love. Fight against a set of enemies that want to take everything I have away.

Mr. All-Star Quarterback won’t let me heal in peace. His perfectly chiseled features are always there, suffocating me, refusing to let me wallow in my own misery. Reid is the epitome of “hard-headed jock”…and he has his sights set on me.

Featuring New York Times bestselling author Victorine E. Lieske. Readers will love this collection of six novellas - three contemporary and three historical - all with one thing in common: Romance.

West Brooks stands for everything I despise. He's a meathead jock whose silence says it all: He only cares about himself and his football season. So, why can't I say no when he offers me his help? I should run the other way. I should tell him exactly what I think of him for ruining my life. Instead, I agree to his terms because he might be the only person who can get me what I want.

When college journalist Lenore finds herself trapped rooming with a hockey player, she's anything but thrilled. After all, Len despises athletes—too cocky, too entitled, and definitely not included in her long-term goals. With a lengthy list of ex-roommates, however, she doesn't exactly have a choice.

They stick out. They change the conversation. They challenge the traditional narrative. They are outcasts - isolated, different, misunderstood. Being normal is nice. But being an outcast is a real part of the human experience. Have you have ever had the feeling of being alone in some way, of being on the outside looking in? If so, then the characters in these short stories will move you - sometimes by their depravity, sometimes by their sorrow...and sometimes by their joy.

He's my brother's best friend. The perfect person to fake a relationship with. No feelings involved. Just pretend. He helps me. I help him. We both agreed. Except, things get real… and quick. It turns out my brother's best friend just can't help being his charming self, and even though I haven't seen him in years, he has me shivering in his arms in no time. The worst part? This was all my idea… and I know there's no way a guy like that could fall for a girl like me. Or could he?