This is Book One in a series of inter-connected standalones. Each book will revolve around one couple, all ending in HEA or HFN, but the series will have one singular mystery that resolves in Book Four. Cassie Graduation? Check. Internship? Check. Place to live? That’s complicated. I have no home. At least not yet. It’s not the first time I’ve been homeless and unwanted. Hopefully, it’s the last. When my best friend offers up her older brother’s condo, my stomach drops. No. No way. He hates me. I saw a glimpse of the real Jace years ago... and I ran. Jace Why did it have to be her? Cassie Sinclair. My Cassie. My life is exactly how I want it. Finally. Living in a downtown condo. View of the ocean for miles. It’s my happy place. Well, as happy as one can be when you’ve resigned yourself to a life of seclusion. It’s easier this way. Is it kind of lonely here all by myself? No. Do I sometimes wish I had a companion to share my life with? Also, no. I’m content. Until my little sister calls and says her best friend is destined for homelessness if I don’t put her up for a few months. So how do I survive having her so close and not touch her? I can’t touch her. And I can’t even tell her why.

This is book two in a series of interconnected standalones. All stories revolve around one couple ending in an HEA. There is a mystery that runs throughout the whole series. Ella This is the story of the fall of a socialite princess. Just kidding, sort of. Did I grow up in a mansion and have my own pony? YesWas I only allowed to see said pony when there was a planned photo op? Also, yes. Did I ever in a million Louboutin's think I would be homeless and begging a bar owner to give me a job? Hell to the no. My parents cut me off with no warning. Actually, that’s a lie. They warned. I called their bluff. Boy, did I show them. Showed them so good I’m now sleeping in my car and working for a giant jerkface so I can eat. Oh, did I forget to mention there’s still a serial killer on the loose? If there was a step-by-step guide on how to completely screw up your life, my face would grace the cover. Luca Everything I touch goes up in a blazing inferno. Everything. My only recourse is spending my days in the back office of my bar and beating a punching bag waiting for the day it relinquishes and somehow feels like my fist is sinking into flesh and bone again. It’s the only craving I’ve allowed myself to satisfy. So when Princess Floral Flock shows up begging for a job, I shock even myself in my hesitation. What could she possibly do to tempt me? I hate her. She hates me. Lots of hate. So why does my body come alive with every insult she throws? And why do I find myself drawn to her when I know my touch will burn her entire life to the ground?