|Right Text Wrong Number|
|July 11th 2017|
|Cheerleader Layla and football player Tyler are complete opposites. She thinks he’s the biggest jerk in school and he thinks she’s too high on her horse to even be worth a second glance. When the two of them are near one another, sparks fly in all the wrong directions. They can hardly endure speaking, let alone dating.
But when Layla unknowingly sends Tyler a smack-down text meant for the girl sending naked photos to her then-boyfriend, Adam, Tyler has no idea it’s Layla and decides to play along. After all, Tyler cannot resist messing with the pissed off girl firing off texts about junk pictures, cheating, and girl code.
As the fallout from Adam’s scandalous texts plays out in front of the entire school, Tyler and Layla secretly continue to text each other using fake names. But as days and weeks pass, things take a turn for the serious between them, and suddenly, their texts mean more. Maybe it’s time to come clean about who they are and risk taking the relationship from texts to dates, then kissing, and maybe more.
They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. Can reality live up to the fantasy, or will Layla and Tyler be forever offsides?
forget. Getting high, completely wasted, and running through a string of
sexy blonds daily helps him achieve this task. But one night of
partying lands him in a heap of trouble and sent back to the
confinements of his hometown. Things can’t possibly get worse, right?
Morris can’t seem to run fast enough away from her past. She’s spent
months trying to amend her ways, and is doing a pretty good job. She’s
getting good grades, isn’t acting like a spoiled brat, and even works at
the local grocery store. The last thing she needs is a distraction.
week. Working at a twenty-four-hour grocery store? Yeah, this shouldn’t
be my life at all. What I should be doing is sitting poolside with a
drink in hand and staring at hot men showing off their sexy washboard
abs and glistening tans. “Ma’am? Ma’am?” A fat hand waves in front of my
face, popping my daydream bubble and bringing me crashing headfirst
also notice she didn’t scan her discount store card. It’s people like
this that make me detest coming here in the first place. Seriously?
Swipe the card, get the store discounts. It’s not rocket science.
badly, I say in the sweetest voice I can muster, “It’s on sale, but you
have to use your Wineminster card to get the discount. Do you have
“Of course I have my card. But I don’t use it until the end of my
my retort and simply smile. “When you scan the card at the end of your
order, you’ll see a price difference.”
wait to cash my paycheck and get the hell out of here. Thirty minutes
left. I can go home, take a nice long, hot bath, and soak my hair in
this new conditioning cream I got from the salon.
how about you, me, and some butter popcorn in a dark theater tonight?”
Henry says in what he probably thinks is a sultry tone, but it comes off
as nails on a chalkboard to me.
Henry is gross. I’m not saying this to be a snot, he really is the most
disgusting form of man I’ve ever seen. First, he’s like, uck,
twenty-five, has acne scars, greasy copper hair, and lives in his
momma’s house. She still washes all his clothes and packs his lunch for
work. Can we say man-child?
all of a sudden turn deep and sexy? No. That’s the voice from my dreams.
Did I dose off during this order? I blink. Nope. Still awake and the
old woman’s order I’m finishing up on is giving me the evil eye. As I
snatch up her corn from my right, I notice a tan, muscular arm dropping
three boxes of cereal onto the moving belt.
lock stares with the same boy who has haunted my dreams for over a year
now. The one guy whose heart I crushed and who will probably never
forgive me. “Sarah Morris?”
ear. At the start of the school year I dyed it from blond to a deep
burgundy. I’d give anything to tell him he’s got the wrong girl, but the
damn name tag on my shirt kind of makes it impossible to lie. This is
the last place I wanted him or anyone from high school to see me. But
here it is. The inevitable is happening. My luck really sucks. “Hi,
Graham.” I smile. He fishes some things out of the cart his mom is
standing behind. Idrop my gaze to the register’s screen.
Decker is the author of the bestselling YA series RIVAL LOVE. She loves
oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her
imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in
seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion
for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for
English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books
were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High
school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied
Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in
books. She’s a huge Denver Broncos fan, loves football, a mean cook in
the kitchen, loves her family and friends and misses her dog infinity
times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out
with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because
Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it
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(Scandalous Boys #1)
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: February 23rd 2016
Genres: Romance, Young Adult
Bryce Matthews doesn’t do the whole nice boyfriend thing. Chocolates and flowers—girls can forget all that. And he certainly doesn’t care about the gossip and rumors that follow him at school and around town. If anything, the talk amuses him. Bryce isn’t lacking in confidence. He knows himself and he knows his limits.
One of those hard limits is Madison Issac. Bryce can never have her, and he’s perfectly fine with that. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality anyway.
Madison Issac thought she was a pretty good judge of character. But she’s surprised at how gentle and comforting resident bad-boy and next-door neighbor Bryce Matthews is when we finds her crying in the park.
Maybe there’s more to Bryce than people think? So Madison begins to wonder.
Can a guy like Bryce ever change his ways?
Can a girl like Madison really be into a guy like Bryce?
With hearts and reputations on the line, this kind of love can be scandalous.
A yellow cab pulls up to our home, and Kyle walks out to greet the driver. My parents are hugging the little blond, blue-eyed monster. I stare from my window for a second or two, and then I turn my attention to my room. My queen bed is disassembled and up in the attic. Before me now, a twin bunk bed. The brat is going to want the top, and of course I’ll have to oblige because she’s going through a rough time.
What about me? What about my rough time? This girl tortures me. She takes and takes and has never once given back. If you ask me, all that’s happening to her? It’s called justice. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. Maybe she’s changed some since she lost her big house with the pool, her rich friends, and her glamorous lifestyle. Maybe she’s a little kinder.
Sucking in a breath and feeling a little guilty for being a snot, I go downstairs and greet Sarah. She enters the house as I reach the bottom step of the stairs. Dark shades mask her eyes, and they match her black sun hat and her black dress. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was dressed for a funeral.
She moves her shades down her nose a little and sneers at me. “I see you haven’t changed much, Madison. Didn’t like the highlights?”
She knows I didn’t like them. The evil troll! At Easter, she said she wanted to do my hair. I thought she was being nice. She said we could make it pretty, and I agreed. Stupid me. She said red tints would give my dark brown hair a summery glow. She didn’t put red tints in. She made my hair pink. She claimed she picked up the wrong box. I had to go to school with bubblegum-pink highlights in my hair for almost a week before someone could fix it. A hundred and fifty dollars down the tube.
I smile. “Guess it wasn’t really my thing.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, being cool never has been.”
I knew it! I knew the evil monster did it on purpose. She mocks my clothes, says I dress like a hobo, and all that stuff. My clothes are nice; sure, I didn’t spend $200 for any summer dresses in my closet, but who cares? I’m certainly not going to spend $800 on a stupid purse. Um, hell to the no!
But my cousin has—excuse me, had—over $2,000 to spend per week. I barely have $200 in my bank account. Working five to twelve hours a week for eight bucks an hour is nothing to brag about.
“Where’s my room?” She shoves her sunglasses up her nose and makes her way to the stairs.
“You’re sharing with me. Come on.” I head up to my room, not waiting for her.
She gasps. “Sharing? I’m … Never mind. Apparently, that will have to do. We’ll just redecorate your room.”
I stop and turn on the last step to look back at her. “What do you mean ‘redecorate’?”
“Maddy,” my mom bites out as she follows us up the stairs. “Change can be a good thing.” She walks past me and mumbles, “Remember what the therapist said.”
That quack told us we had to make sure we didn’t try to force Little Miss Unwanted Guest to conform to our ways. He said we should try to appease her as much as possible and ease her into the change. But right now, I wish she was on a boat to China or some other faraway place.
Gritting my teeth, I say, “You know what? My room could probably use a makeover.”
Sarah smiles and enters my room. She looks around, instantly frowning. “I’m getting top bunk.” My mom carries in a few boxes, and Sarah smiles at her. “Thanks, Auntie Heather. Where are the boxes I had shipped here?”
“Oh, I’ll have the guys carry them in.” My mom hugs Sarah. “I know this is a hard time for you, but we’re glad you’re here.”
Pffft! She might be glad, but I’m not, so she can drop the whole “we” business.
As soon as my mom leaves, Sarah removes her sunglasses and hat. She looks around the room and shakes her head. “Well, it’s clear you’re in need of some decorating tips, that’s for sure.” She runs her hands over the matching comforters my mom bought for the bunk beds and laughs. “Seriously, this floral motif is so out.”
I nod like I care. I really don’t. It’s a blanket. It keeps me warm. That’s all that matters. I’m not the homeless one. She is. I’m not the one with parents going to jail. She is. But, hey, maybe this is her way of coping with all that, so I will bite my tongue and not say a word.
“Maddy! Graham and Bryce are here!” my mom calls to me.
I instantly smile, feeling better. My heart is humming to see Graham. As if in another world, I leave my cousin and race down to the two boys. I’m not really keen on Bryce, but that’s because my whole life, he’s been in and out of juvie more times than I can count. He’s a bad boy with a temper. I don’t know why Graham is friends with him.
Graham smiles before I reach the bottom step. “Hey, Maddy! We were … oh, um … Hi.” His attention goes from me to the stairs. I look back and see Sarah. I turn back to Graham and realize he’s looking at her as if she’s the whole moon and stars.
Natalie Decker is the author of RIVAL LOVE series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn’t her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She’s a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she’s not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she’s off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!
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