This time I caught it, swung my arm like a baseball player, and threw it back at her, missing on purpose. He didn’t even have an annoying baby brother, like Lev. What’s a system? What did he know about mine? About anger? His life was perfect. “ Get it out of your system.” Whatever that meant. I’d have beaten the crap out of my so-called best friend, Vaughn, if I wasn’t so sure I’d kill him by accident. She arched an eyebrow, her way of asking what my problem was. “Nah.” I tried to gather phlegm, spitting sideways. She motioned to me with her head to climb up. “What was that for?” I tore the earbuds from my ears. My stupid neighbor, Luna, sat perched outside our treehouse, bouncing another pinecone in her hand and dangling her toothpick legs from a thick branch. Simple math, and a pretty good deal.Ī pinecone dropped on my head.

Fred Durst might look like a ballsack in a cap, but he had a point. “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit was my designated ruin-shit anthem. My earbuds blocked out the sounds of birds, crickets, and crispy leaves under my feet. It had also earned me a trip to talk to this guy in a suit every week, who asked about my feelings. Whenever she glanced at my permanently busted knuckles, the waterworks started. I didn’t know what it meant, but it made Mom cry in her bathroom when she thought no one could hear. Her books have been sold to twenty different countries and have appeared on some of their bestseller lists.I drove a fist into the oak tree, feeling the familiar sting of a fresh wound as my knuckles split open.īleeding helped me breathe better. She likes to write about unapologetic alpha males and the women who bring them to their knees. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post, and Amazon #1 bestselling author of contemporary, new adult, and romance titles. Sometimes, the greatest love stories flourish in tragedy.Ībout the Author L.J. When life throws a curveball at All Saints' golden boy, he's forced to realize not all knights are heroes.

This daredevil hell-raiser could knock you up with his gaze alone, but he only has eyes for the girl across the street: Luna. Knight Cole is everyone's favorite football hero. Underneath the meek, tomboy exterior everyone loves (yet pities) is a girl who knows exactly what, and who, she wants - namely, the boy from the tree house who taught her how to curse in sign language. Luna Rexroth is everyone's favorite wallflower. Ours had torn chapters, missing paragraphs, and a bittersweet ending. About the Book Not all love stories are written the same way.

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