Danielle Sanchez has her hopes high for the future, but she must keep them small. Chugging through life's storms fearlessly, fate throws her a curve ball and her father ends up in jail for embezzling public funds, leaving her torn, broken and penniless. Refusing to sit idle, she borrows a friend's c
I was put into the state's foster system for six months until my eighteenth birthday. There was nothing left from my family and all their assets has been frozen. The government kept it to try and pay back whatever damage my father had done.No one would take me in because I'd become Nicholas Martine
"Danielle?" he says as he looks down at me. He probably only remembers my name because my parents got arrested and not because he remembers the scrawny ninth grader he used to call 'chicken legs.' "You sure grew up." His eyes move all over me and I have to fight not to fidget."Thanks," I respond, b
I take off my headphones and place them on the desk beside me as I enter in my notes. I'm the one who has the final say in the theater and I want to make sure everything is perfect. My company is known for being meticulous, but that's mostly because I am."Of course you have changes," Simon says bes
I'm getting impatient when five minutes passes and they still aren't anywhere in sight. I haven't seen a single cab go by, and as much as I don't want to take one, I hate waiting even more. I get my phone back out and look at the map. That's when I see the driver took a wrong turn. I'm irritated as
Damn it, I should have read those directions more carefully. What if he's wrong and this is his way of tricking me? I glance back to his bright blue eyes and even in the dark they shine. He's so big he takes up most of the backseat, and there would have been no way for me to fight him off.The GPS b
Patterson walks to where I'm standing as we're passed our drinks and then we take the cart with us as we walk down the aisles of food."I feel better already," he says, looking over at me and taking a drink. "So, what's your late-night guilty pleasure?"I watch as he grabs a box of double-stuffed Or
God, she's beautiful. I watch her as she stares at the candy display and the cashier scans my groceries. When her pink tongue peeks out I reach over and purposely brush my arm against hers. She doesn't pull away from me as I grab the candy bar she's been eyeing the whole time."For the car ride," I