Bøger af Kelsey Elise Sparrow

Lipstick kisses and caviar dreams don't have a place in my life or his. Max (Rebecca Robbins)I'm a bad ass bitch. It's a truth of mine. I live it and breathe that shit. No, I'm not conceited or full of myself. It's just something I've discovered over the years.I'm damn good by myself, always have been, always will. What I didn't know is I can be improved upon.Enter the equally bad ass and hella charismatic Deckard Camden. Who, the hell, told him to be this jaw-droppingly gorgeous, mountain of a man, in comparison to my little self, projecting a wall of defense that rivals my own?Nobody prepared me for the sensual words that would fall from his lips or the massive ... peace he would bring to my life.Damn sure didn't get me ready to be Deckard Camden's wife ... wait, what?

The velocity of my heart rate has hit the maximum threshold living the life I am living. Z (Zo Watson)I've lived my life in a protective bubble. One I had no clue I was in. I lived a life where I was seen as "the great pretender" and accepted the title with pride. The choices I've made lead me to a place where I was in the center of the chaos that comes with having my family name.But wait ... here's more.I'm forever bound to a family I've already tried once to escape from. Now, new connections and relations are coming at me from all sides. I have no idea what to do.This isn't my life. This isn't the choice I made. My life of being pampered and protected has been effectively destroyed.Being the great pretender must be a family trait given what I've uncovered about mine.Lipstick kisses and caviar dreams, these are not!****STAND ALONE****

Taryn "Whiskey" Best friends. That's what we are. At least, that's what we were. One night changed our worlds forever. One night that turned into two days-two of the best days of my life. On the third morning, he was gone. I was heartbroken, but I didn't know how to tell him.Now, he's engaged to be married and doesn't know how I feel. Never thought a bottle of my namesake could cause me this much trouble.WesleyI am supposed to be getting married. The problem is, I can't seem to stop wondering why my best friend, Whiskey, and "best man" isn't standing right here with me. I need her to tell me I'm doing the right thing because I'm starting to have doubts.I can't stop thinking about those two nights we shared. We laughed and made jokes about how everyone said we'd end up together. At the time, we said it was a crazy notion.Maybe they knew something we didn't. Maybe we dismissed the possibility far too soon. I know I need to know everything before I make the biggest mistake of my life.

Firsts. The first time you do something is usually exciting, thrilling even. Going to my first book signing as a published author was all that and more.Never did I ever anticipate something as much as I did this signing.Never did I ever foresee having a chance to not only meet my favorite cover model but have a conversation with him. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I'd end up in the hotel room of that very same model. Tequila and inhibitions removed are a deadly combo.It should've ended there. One night and nothing more. It doesn't and I'm unprepared for what's in store.My name is Stephanie Daniels and this is my tale.

I've been a b****. I know this. It's not something that I'm particularly proud of and it's not something that I had intended to stop being. At least, I hadn't until recently. I got what older people call "a taste of my own medicine." I don't think I deserved that taste. I have lived through a disgustingly dirty sea of pain and horror. I wanted others to feel that pain, know that fear. People would understand better if they knew my story. Sable probably wouldn't care after everything that I did to her, everything I put her through. I wish I would've had the courage to let her know what was going on, instead of being the coward I was and giving her a glimpse of my pain.I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive, alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I'm told. If that wasn't enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah, I'm a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life.Is it possible for one that has this as the introduction to their "Who am I?" essay to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?

Clarissa Pierson. Twin. The older one. Sister to several siblings. Friend. Wife.With one word, my life was no longer my own. Four letters and my sense of self is decimated, all but forgotten. The woman reflected in the mirror is no longer recognizable. I'm sad for her. Yes, that woman is me but I question if it should be.Questions are all I'm left with as I try and fell to gain something from nothing. It's gone. The love, if there ever was any, laughter, joy or happiness have all been devoured. Snatched away as quickly as an inhale.My life. My chosen path. My sad, little non-existant future. This is my story. A story that breathes a breath of renewal with one choice.Me.I. Choose. Me.~Happiness can be found. Even if it's the second time around. ~ **Bonus materials include Eric & Serenity's story as well as Alyssa's intro.

My best recipes come out of moments of spontaneity.- Savannah FlowersMixing a goody-two-shoes baker with a detective who has questionable morals is a recipe for disaster.- Holden Cross SavvyA random order for a loyal customer introduced me to the man of my dreams. It also led me to a moment of great devastation. I can't believe both are the result of knowing the same man. I don't know if we'll be able to come back from this. I'm seriously screwed. CrossNever would've thought I'd be the type to stand out in front of a business and make a complete fool of myself. It's what you do when you've been an ass to the one person who saw the better part of you even before you had an inkling to acknowledge it. F*cked that up royally.