Bøger af Jenn Hype

Me and trouble go together like Nutella and, well, anything. Meaning, as a team we offer no real benefit and are ultimately bad for you in the end, yet you just can't help yourself from indulging. Yeah, hi there, my name is Stacy and I'm what some might call a miscreant. Though I'd prefer you compare me to the likes of a mischievous fairy. (Because I'm adorable and spritely and how many criminals can you say that about?) I mean no harm, it's all in good fun. But some people - *coughChadcough* - have a hard time appreciating my good-natured, all-around lovable personality. But on occasion, my fun becomes a little less... innocent. Like when the stick-up-his-butt police officer, whom I like to refer to as Officer McSexyPants, made an enemy in me. Tossing me in jail over a very obvious joke (because what kind of idiot legitimately tries to whore herself out to an officer in uniform, am I right?) might have sounded like a good idea at the time, but he was wrong. Oh, (cue evil laughter) he was so, so wrong. To prepare you for this ride-along, I've composed a list of things you'll need before beginning your journey: Extra undies (Because mom always said to wear clean underwear in case you were in an accident, and I foresee a lot of wreckage); A toothbrush ('Coz I'm a dental hygienist and bad oral care habits bug me); A playlist of songs that get you pumped up for badassery (Mine is full of NSYNC - everyone knows they are the real OGs); And lastly, some pencil and paper (You'll want to take notes for future use. Eventually it'll be your turn to exact revenge on someone and I promise to give you good material).

Brooke Nothing about my life has been easy, but that hasn't stopped me from living it. So when someone sets out to steal that life from me, they better come heavily armed and with an army close behind, because nothing short of nuclear warfare is going to stop me from protecting what's mine. When my mom gets taken, I set out to find her and missing pieces of a puzzle I didn't even know existed start to fall into place. I might end up paying the price for someone else's sins, but there's no turning back now. I'm far too invested in this now - in finding my mom, in untangling the web of lies surrounding me, and more than anything else, I'm far too invested in the sexy, secretive and seriously annoying man helping me. Grant As an ex-SEAL that's seen and endured horrors the majority of civilians think only exist in Hollywood, I really thought there wasn't much that could surprise me anymore. Then Jack, my boss and closest thing I have to a dad, goes missing. He goes missing on the same day a pint-sized little spitfire that makes waterboarding sound relaxing compared to her relentless persistence shows up. She shows up someplace she doesn't belong and claims to be looking for her mom, who was abducted the same day Jack went missing. Her arrival starts looking less and less like a coincidence and more like karma looking to punish me for decades of sins I didn't even know I'd committed. She fights me at every turn. Challenges me in the worst ways. And turns me on like no woman has before. Not that I have any plans of hooking up with the nuisance who lives to make my life difficult. I'd have to be a giant dumbass to get into bed with her before knowing if she's friend or foe. Apparently I'm a giant dumbass.

The world is a scary place, even when you know who you are, where you come from and most importantly, who your enemies are. So imagine how I felt when I woke up inside of Mayford Mental Institution, strapped to a bed in a dark, empty room with no recollection of how I got there. Try to picture having no family or friends to help you try to remember and adjust to a totally new life. If only my problems stopped there. If only I didn't have someone trying to torment me at every turn. If only my life didn't become more and more complicated the more I started to remember. It started out okay enough - my friend-turned-psychiatrist Mark found me a job and a place to live. My neighbor Keegan took me in under her wing and helped me adjust. Wyatt, a dark, brooding and dangerously sexy new tenant moved in a week after me, taking on the task of reminding me what blinding lust feels like. What goes up, must come down, and as soon as life starts to feel like something I can handle, the gravity of my messed up life yanks me right back down on my ass. Kind of crazy how quickly you can go from being completely apathetic about your unknown future, to fearing that your future might not even exist at all....

Carrie is plain, reserved and keeps to herself. Not because that's her personality, but rather to keep herself from being the center of attention. See, Carrie doesn't date. At all. She's also reached a point in her life where she's tired of having to explain why, which is the reason for her introverted behavior. Carrie is also the opposite of the type of girl Joe usually goes after. Not that Joe has to work for the attention of a woman, but normally he wouldn't even give someone like Carrie a second glance. Joe is laid back, out-going and makes friends everywhere he goes, so he knows right away that he won't have anything in common with the timid and mousy looking Carrie. Except their mutual friend, Stacy, that is. Only Joe doesn't exactly make the best first impression on Carrie, which results in him having to work harder than normal to even form some kind of friendship with her. Joe starts out trying to win Carrie's friendship for the sake of his friendship with Stacy, but the more he gets to know Carrie, the more he realizes just how wrong he was about her. A friendship emerges and feelings that are more than friendly start to threaten the easy relationship Joe and Carrie fall into, until one day the metaphorical curtain over Joe's eyes gets pulled back and he sees Carrie in an entirely different light.

To say I'm lacking a life plan would be a gross understatement. Yeah, I 'survived' something horrific and still managed to graduate college, but it did me little good. Here I am three years later with no life plan, no money and no goals, moving to a big city to live with my best friend in hopes of putting my self-destructive behavior behind me and getting my life back on track. Stacy and I met in college. She's the quintessential good-time girl, which means she just barely has her crap together herself. If I manage to survive living with her without getting arrested or seriously embarrassing myself, then I'll consider that a step in the right direction. No steps in any direction have even been made before Ian enters the picture, throwing me even further off course with all his sexy charm and annoying persistence. I've never had a guy so incapable of taking a hint. I don't care if he's Stacy's best friend and one of the city's most eligible bachelors. Doesn't make a difference to me that he's a walking contradiction; his gorgeous face and unrelenting kindness won't do him any good when it comes to me. Even if I wanted Ian - which I don't - I'm nowhere near ready for a serious relationship, and I swore off casual sex when I moved in with Stacy. So no matter how deliciously tempting he is, I'm not going to give in to Ian. Really I'm not. Due to the use of strong language and explicit adult situations, it is recommended readers be 18 or older before reading this book.