Author: maxhenry
Womanizer. Player.We all know them. And sometimes, we’ve loved one.My first mistake was to trust the rocker with a charming smile. My second, believing he’d never hurt me.My final mistake will not be to repeat steps one and two. People change as they mature. They live, and they learn. Emery? He’s not one of those people.He tells me that he needs me, and I wish I could say I didn’t feel the same.… me, and I wish I could say I didn’t feel the same.Problem is, I’m also one of those people who never change. But I do learn …And I know that…
Worn down, stripped bare, and exposed for all to see – our secrets are out in the open.With no ammunition left, only one option remains: declare a ceasefire and strike a deal.If only we had a common ground.
Renounced and reborn, a fire burns within me. Yet the closer I get to making Riverbourne pay for what they did, the less satisfied I feel. Revenge is a lonely, complicated, and ultimately impossible road if, like me, you’re tired of hurting those you care about.Can I reclaim what love remains? Or I have I gone too far?
The truth is out, the battle lines drawn.What started as a fight between city and country, escalated into a battle of good versus evil—those with a conscience against those whose greed grows stronger.Turn a blind eye to the sins or leave.I’ve made my choice, and now I intend to ruin the tyrants who stayed.But first, I need to get my brother back.
Each side wants me so the other can’t have me. Schoolyard bullies who fight over the same damn toy. At Riverbourne Preparatory, being a good girl made me desirable. All a rich boy wants is a pretty and obedient woman on his arm, and I was definitely both of those things.But at Arcadia High? Being good made me a target. I became a trophy for the spoilt. An end-of-year reward for those willing to … those willing to play the game: bad boys.The city kids have arrived to reclaim what’s theirs, and the country? Well. Those boys don’t give in…
Boys versus girls. Those who have it all versus those who’d do anything to get it.Caught between two worlds, I no longer know who I am.I was one of the Chosen. Four girls, and four boys, destined to have it all: wealth, status, and a future. Now, I find myself on the other side looking for a way back in.My father’s criminal case meant we lost it all. Forced out of our home, our city, our life, we … of our home, our city, our life, we started anew in a sweet country town called Arcadia.Except after one day as…
“What’s it like?” he asked me. “To be happy all of the time?”Truth was, I didn’t know how to put it into words. So I showed him. Love, laughter, and life. I gave Dark Tide’s lead guitarist a glimpse of it all. He wanted more. I longed to give it to him. But every so often fate slips up. Soulmates meet while on incompatible paths. The only thing certain about our future was that there couldn’t be … was that there couldn’t be one. “What’s it like to be happy?”I’m not sure I know anymore.more
I never expected my doctor to be the cure.One more rage-fuelled outburst and I risk losing everything. Which is why I’ve agreed to see the shrink my sister suggested.I expected some dowdy old woman to psycho-analyze me while I lay on a couch.I sure didn’t expect a curvy, hot-blooded woman that has me begging to bend her over the furniture.Sometimes the best therapy requires getting a little … furniture.Sometimes the best therapy requires getting a little physical.more
Play by his rules and keep my job.I had no idea our company was in financial trouble. Even less that the man sent to deliver the bad news would be the same Adonis who had me pressed up against a bathroom stall last Saturday night.And now he has a proposition for me.Play along and he’ll make sure my career isn’t on the cutting block come end of the month.Seems simple enough, but is anything really … month.Seems simple enough, but is anything really that easy when your heart is involved?The risk better be worth the reward.more
Some call him a rock god. Others a celebrity bad boy. Me? I call him the arrogant bastard who stole my concert venue. His apology? To take me and my violin on tour with the band. It’s an offer I can’t refuse, even if it does come with strings attached. Because Rey Thomas isn’t who he seems. Life isn’t pretty behind the deviant frontman’s facade. It’s raw, ugly, and at times downright painful. But … raw, ugly, and at times downright painful. But it’s real. And far better than the lie he presents to the world. The man behind the…