Dean Cullen. Boy next door. My best friend’s big brother. I’d known the arrogant, bossy, domineering jackass my entire life. Falling in love with him would be such a cliché. Not to mention, the town’s golden boy (insert eye roll here) had big plans to get the hell out of Dodge and they didn’t include me. Which was fine. I had my own life mapped out, far from his. Falling in love with the boy with stars in his eyes was the last thing I wanted to do.That’s why I tried to deny how much his infectious smile haunted my dreams. I planned to ignore my sudden infatuation until it went away. No one would ever know.Fate had other ideas. While I was trying not to fall in love with Dean, he was falling in love with me. Book one in The Dreams Trilogy.

Lennon James. The girl next door. My little sister’s best friend. I’d known the brilliant, funny, shy beauty my entire life. Falling in love with her wasn’t a choice. It was destiny. When tragedy struck, and our lives were turned upside down, I knew we were going to be okay. We had each other. Together we could make it through anything. Falling in love with the girl who marched to the beat of her own drum was one thing I never regretted. Sometimes the biggest obstacles are the things you never see coming. Fate had plans of its own. While I was trying to hold on to the girl who’d stolen my heart, the universe seemed destined to tear us apart.

Young love. Unpredictable. Fleeting. They say it never lasts. Falling in love when you’re a teenager isn’t supposed to shape your life, but it had defined us. I was fifteen when I fell for the boy with stars in his eyes. At seventeen, desperate to fight the currents pulling us apart, against our families’ wishes, I married him. Determined to make it work, I headed to college while he moved across the country, each chasing our own dreams. Falling in love had been easy. Making it work was the hard part. I watched and cheered from afar as Dean became an unrecognizable A-lister. I spent my days pretending to be happy and enjoy my normal life while he fell further into the pit of fame, a new tabloid headline every week. Somewhere along the way, we lost ourselves and each other. Just when I thought we were ready to let go, a scandal rocked our world. Fate had the last laugh. We may be able to give up on ourselves, but we’d never give up on each other without a fight.