Kirjahaku

Nolan Lennox had things figured out. Named after a baseball legend, she enjoyed being the Tomboy, her closet filled with her brother's hand-me-downs, cut-off jeans and soccer shorts. But when her first trip to high school results in a broken heart and a popular enemy, Nolan starts to question the very person she thought she was.Throughout the next four years, Nolan struggles to maintain herself throughout her path of discovery, learning just how cruel teenagers can be. And despite how life seems to continue to work against her, she still manages to listen to her heart, while falling deeper and deeper for the guy the entire town adores, even if he only sees her as a friend. Can Nolan strike a compromise between her own integrity and the boy she loves? And can she make him notice her before it's too late?Reed Johnson came to Coolidge High School with a lot of fanfare. The son of a hometown football legend and brother of a local football hero, Reed wore all the pressures of carrying a town without hope into the spotlight. Thankfully, he had the talent to back it up. But when he meets a girl who makes him think twice about exactly what being a hero means, he starts to wonder if following in his brother's footsteps might be all wrong. Nolan Lennox was everything that was opposite of expected. She didn't flirt, she didn't drink, and she didn't sleep around. Nothing about her was easy, but something about her made Reed want to try harder. But could he handle letting her down? And would breaking her heart break him beyond repair?

They fell in love in high school and found their way back to one another despite the odds. But can first loves really be forever? For Reed Johnson, the dream was always football. But then Nolan Lennox took over his heart. She was the good girl who made him want to be better

Kensington Worth had a vision for her senior year. It involved her best friends, her posh private school in downtown Chicago and time alone with her piano until her audition was perfected, a guaranteed ticket into the best music programs in the world.Instead, a nightmare took over. It didn't happen all at once, but her life unraveled quickly-a tiny thread that evil somehow kept pulling until everything precious was taken from her. She was suddenly living miles away from her old life, trapped in an existence she didn't choose-one determined to destroy her from the inside, leaving only hate and anger behind. It didn't help that her neighbor, the one whose eyes held danger, was enjoying every second of her fall.Owen Harper was trouble, his heart wild and his past the kind that's spoken about in whispers. And somehow, his path was always intertwined with Kensington's, every interaction crushing her, ruining her hope for any future better than her now. Sometimes, though, what everyone warns is trouble, is exactly what the heart needs. Owen Harper was consumed with darkness, and it held onto his soul for years. When Kensington looked at him, she saw a boy who'd gotten good at taking others down when they threatened his carefully balanced life. But the more she looked, the more she saw other things too-good things...things to admire.Things...to love. Things that made her want to be reckless.And those things...they were the scariest of all.

They say everyone's a superhero to someone. I'm not sure who I'm supposed to save, but I know who saved me.We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death's grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In a blink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe.And then he disappeared.Now I'm seventeen. I'm not a kid anymore. I haven't been for years. While death didn't take me that day, the things that happened left me with scars-the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that day-and every day since-has taken away my desire to dream.I wasn't going to have hope. I wouldn't let myself wish. Those things-they weren't for girls like me. That's what I believed...until the new boy.He's nothing like the old boy. He's taller and older. His hair is longer, and his body is lean-strong and ready for anything. I don't feel sorry for him. And sometimes, I hate him. He challenges me. From the moment I first saw him standing there on the baseball field, he pushed me-his eyes constantly questioning, doubting...daring. Still, something about him-it feels...familiar.He says his name is Wes. But I can't help but feel like he's someone else. Someone from my past. Someone who's come back to save me.This time, though, he's too late. Josselyn Winters, the girl he once knew, is gone. I am the threat; I am my worst enemy. And he can't save me from myself.

Fractions of seconds can do lots of damage. One decision can ruin lives. A blink can be tragic. And loving a Hollister...can hurt like hell.I would know.They say the average person can hold their breath under water for two full minutes when pushed to the extremes. Will Hollister has been holding his for years. The oldest of two elite swimming brothers, Will was always a dominant force in the water. But in life, he preferred to let his younger brother Evan be the one to shine.Evan got the girl, and Will...he got to bury all of the secrets. A brother's burden, the weight of it all nearly left him to drown.The daughter of two Olympians, my path was set the day my fingertips first touched water. My future was as crystal clear as the lane I dominated in the pool-swim hard, win big, love a Hollister.My life with Evan burned bright. He gave me arms to come home to, and a smile that fooled the world into believing everything was perfect. But it was Will who pushed me. Will...who really knew me.And when all of the pieces fell, it was Will who started to pick them up.In the end, the only thing that matters are those few precious seconds-and what we decide to do while we still have them in our grasp.

I'm not supposed to be here.Death has come for me more than once, and each time it's been a boy who's stood between me and my final breath.I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm's way; as if I didn't need any more saving.This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I shouldn't.The world thinks he's missing.His loved ones don't want to believe he's dead.Only I know just how special he is.I'm going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together, we'll face impossible-we'll rewrite our ending.And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.

My mom always said it was just something about the way he moved. The same swagger Archie Valentine wore in the ring when he took his opponents down followed him like a halo everywhere he went. But make no mistake about it-he was no angel. He was like a drug. My mother was his addict.I never understood it...how love could make you blind and convince you to drink the poison. Not until I met Memphis Delaney. At first, it was the familiar form. He's a fighter, built like a god from the past, the kind of man the universe doesn't make anymore. His eyes hide a story, and every time I'm in his presence I want to keep reading him until I get to the end. And then...there's the way he moves. His boxing is violent but beautiful, and his body is a seductive weapon. When he's in the ring, he wears the stare of a man committed to the battle until his very last breath. He could end me; turn me into her. Too much of him will leave me as a shadow, and I've lost so much of myself already.But I have discipline. It came the hard way. Lessons learned, scars left behind, and trust stripped away from life. I will breathe his air, but I won't fall for a man like him. The only boxer who's ever going to break my heart is the one who gave me my name.

Sixteen years is a long time. In a marriage, it's a milestone. On the gridiron, it's a miracle. Reed Johnson wants more time for everything, but time is funny that way.It can be cruel.With a body that can't quite take the hits it used to and a heart tired of being torn in two different directions, Reed is faced with a reality he's not quite ready for-life without the game. He became a man under Friday night game lights and in college stadium tunnels, and without the grit and the glory that's earned ten yards at a time, he's afraid of what kind of man he'll be.But there's more than a game at stake now. Reed's wife, Nolan, is afraid too. She's seen what can happen when the love of her life pushes himself too hard, and she can't escape the nightmares she relives after almost losing her entire world to one single play on the field.There is no compromise when it comes to football. Same goes for the heart. You're either all in, or you get crushed. For Reed and Nolan, the clock is ticking down. Time...it does that. One way or another, they're going to have to make a choice. This is their hail Mary. This is win or lose.(The Hail Mary is book 3 in The Waiting Series, which follows high school sweethearts Reed Johnson and Nolan Lennox through football, life, love and everything messy that goes along with it. The series begins with Waiting on the Sidelines and Going Long. Book 3 is for more mature readers and deals with adult themes.)

A coming-of-age romance inspired by Great ExpectationsMy life was irrevocably changed the moment I stepped foot inside Elena Alderman's grand front doors. A lifeless tomb on the edge of Chicago's Southside, the Alderman home sat in one of the city's oldest and wealthiest neighborhoods, and Elena Alderman was the queen. She was also mad. Not the kind of madness that's readily apparent. No, her psychopathy was far more surgical-more...insidious. She was surrounded by beautiful things-most notably her grand piano and her adopted son, Henry. I fell in love with both. My gift blossomed when my fingers touched her black and white keys. But my life began when I became haunted by the boy. Henry Alderman was a handsome blend of arrogance and seduction, and as we grew up together, I found it more and more impossible to separate him from my thoughts. I envied his life. I imagined how my name-Lily-would look with his. I became his closest friend...and more. I gave him my kiss, locked away his secrets, and loved him even when it was hard to.But we were just a game. Elena Alderman made the rules. And when she decided to change them, she broke everything. Almost.

A storm chaser that enjoys chasing thunderstorms... Has the night of his life, and one he'll never forget That changes his life in an unusual manner. Giving him a different viewpoint of thunderstorms and the weather, but giving him more power than he'd ever imagined Turning him into a disturbed serial killer, because he's never the same again... After chasing the storm of his dreams? Making him go the extreme, and turning into the opposite person... From what he ever used to be? Giving him multiple strength, desires, and games... He never wants to come to an end What will he do next? With all the power that he's gotten now?

Arizona Wakefield was a beat without a melody. Living a half-breathing life in a half-finished neighborhood with parents who always wore half-hearted smiles, the high school senior only had one thing that let her color outside her family's perfectly drawn lines-her drums. Jesse Barringer was a song without a chorus. The son of a washed-up rock star who's also one hell of a deadbeat dad, he was given two things from his father-musical genius and a genetic link to the bipolar disorder that drives him mad. One night in a garage at the end of a cul-de-sac in the middle of a bankrupt California neighborhood, Jesse's melody found Arizona's rhythm. An angry boy with storm-colored eyes found a blonde angel in Doc Martens with missing lines in her own story. Where her rhythm stopped, his words took over, and together, they wrote one hell of a story.** Drummer Girl is a mature YA/New Adult romance that touches on mental health, drug abuse and includes mature sexual situations.

This is a Book that is Non-Fiction, and is about my journey having Epilepsy. It's about how I've grown through life having the disease, and how I've struggled... During the times of my life, because of it also. It's been a battle for me, and it's been something... That I've had to have a lot of strength, hope, support and help, getting through also. It's definitely made my life difficult at times, too Making things very chaotic and unpredictable, too

First, I had to remember how to breathe. Then, I had to learn how to survive. Two years, three months and sixteen days had passed since I was the Rowe Stanton from before, since tragedy stole my youth and my heart went along with it.When I left for college, I put a thousand miles between my future and my past. I'd made a choice-I was going to cross back to the other side, to live with the living. I just didn't know how.And then I met Nate Preeter.An All-American baseball player, Nate wasn't supposed to notice a ghost-of-a-girl like me. But he did. He shouldn't want to know my name. But he did. And when he learned my secret and saw the scars it left behind, he was supposed to run. But he didn't.My heart was dead, and I was never supposed to belong to anyone. But Nate Preeter had me feeling, and he made me want to be his. He showed me everything I was missing.And then he showed me how to fall.

This a Horror Novel, with a lady killer, and she's involved with Witchcraft. She uses her special powers & witchcraft, to murder all kinds of innocent men. Living inside of her area, but she's a very devious trap... In how she catches them, and is able to lure them all into her home? Making it impossible for any of them to ever escape, and be free again