Summer

“You’re staring at me again,” Jake murmured.

“Maybe because you keep touching me.”

His mouth nearly brushed mine. “Maybe because you like it.”

I hated how badly I did.

Jake Montgomery used to be my secret. Now he’s my stepbrother’s best friend — and living under the same roof again.

After a mysterious accident erased his memories, Jake forgot everything that happened between us that summer. I...

Eighteen-year-old Emily lives inside a nightmare:
A drunk, violent father whose fists are the only law;
A numb, broken mother whose only response is sobbing and begging;
Today is the first time Emily almost kills him—and the first time she realizes:
If she doesn’t kill him, he will eventually kill her.

To stay alive, Emily does everything a “good girl” is never supposed to do:
She learns how to l...

Annaliese, Anna as she likes to be called, has always known something was weird about her parents' private-investigator business, forcing her to be moved from one side of the country to the other at random. But when she arrives at Camp Fun in a beautiful Oregon forest for the summer, she couldn’t have guessed how her life would change forever. Being thrust into the world of werewolves, learning he...

Summer vacation is finally here, and Olivia has big plans! Unfortunately, news of Olivia and Luca’s success in finding one of the Seven Supreme Hallows at the Holy Draconic Spring of Tritonis has reached the king of Shutora, and before the two can even leave the school grounds, a royal summons arrives. Olivia, Eldraco, and Luca are going to the capital! The search for the Seven Supreme Hallows con...

"Did you bring one back?" My mom, Siobhan, urged.
I pushed my half-empty mug to the center of the cafe table. The campus buzzed around me, students stressing over minor things like finals.
"I’m still at school, Mom."
"The Summer Solstice is in exactly one month, Maeve." The line crackled.
"If you cross that water empty-handed, Finn is going to the pens. Are you going to let your own brother be tak...

In the southern summer, the air hung heavy with the scent of overripe peaches.
Yet that cloying sweetness couldn't mask the near-frenzied hunger of women crowding Grandma's shop—pushing, shoving, desperate for a slice of peach pie priced at ten thousand dollars.
I never understood why this tiny shop drove countless women into such frenzy, even to their knees, begging.
Until that summer night, when...