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Dreams are for rich people. At least, that's what Mom always says. Dreams never put food on the table, but hard work did. For years I’ve watched her work herself to the bone, fighting every day just to make ends meet. I used to be content with spending all of my time on school and work, preparing for the future that my mom never had. But ever since I met Zach, I can't help wanting more. Every minute with him feels like a dream, and I can't help worrying I'll wake up one morning and find that the fairytale has come to an end. But Zach is a lot more than just some gorgeous rich guy who ...

It was just a kiss. Just a desperate, panic-induced kiss to my childhood crush to keep the power-hungry socialite moms from tearing the remnants of my family’s reputation limb-from-limb. Or that’s what I kept telling myself. Between work and school, I don’t have time for boys or dating. And even if I did, there’s no way on Earth that the rich and handsome Eddie Dixon would want anything to do with me. Obviously I was grateful that he agreed to play along so I wouldn’t be thrown out with the trash at his brother’s wedding, but what am I supposed to think when he doesn’t want ...

Love is a luxury that Sydney Collins, single mom extraordinaire, simply cannot afford. Between raising Max, finishing school, and trying to eke out a living at the local ice cream shop, she barely has time to clean the apartment, much less date. Carefully controlling her reality is the only way she can get by, but when her high school sweetheart Sam moves in upstairs, her world is sent for a spin. Sam's advances are more than tempting, but Sydney's walls are there for a reason. The scars of her husband's abuse run deeper than she wants to admit, but Sam's patient friendship is exactly what ...

In my world, secrecy is a way of life. My coworkers at the CIA think my name is Alexis, my best friend thinks I work for a hotel, and my neighbors know nothing because I'm barely around enough to say hello. Only three people in the world know who I really am. And it needs to stay that way. I thought I’d been doing a good job of keeping my lives separate, making sure no one could connect the dots between who I am now and what I did five years ago. But when my team is tasked with tracking down a deadly neurotoxin, our new analyst Scott could blow my entire secret identity out of the water. ...

What do you do when your new stepmother is a lying psychopath, your best friend is out of the country, and the father who once loved you more than life itself kicks you out of the house at the beginning of Thanksgiving break? Well, you probably cry for a few hours and then crash at the first place that offers you a sofa. And if you’re me, that place happens to be a house of seven boys. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad I don’t have to sleep in my car until Alya gets back from her cruise. But staying with half a dozen strangers and some guy I once had a math class with was not how ...

For years, I’ve been "Daddy’s Little Princess". Smiling for the cameras, spouting the same three lines about how proud I am to be the Governor’s daughter every time a microphone gets put in my face. I thought I was already doing my part to make sure he stayed a big fish in our little pond, but now that Dad has his sights set on higher office, he’s practically trapped me in a fish bowl. Living under his controlling gaze, I can’t help searching for loopholes; sneaking out and finding little pockets of the world where I can just be me. I do my best to keep my head down and fall in ...

Death changes a person... Especially when their death is faked. When your father happens to be the next Presidential hopeful, flying under the radar is about as easy as scaling a twenty-story glass building in broad daylight. Even if I was mostly in the background, staying in Dad’s spotlight would make my ambition of becoming a spy difficult at best. And he didn’t want to be the one to take away my dreams. The plan was to fake my death a month after he announced his candidacy, but everything changed when I didn't make it home for winter break. They insisted it was a car crash, but that ...

It all began with a promise. A broken promise. A broken promise of ice cream. When Noelle’s roommate Bree dragged her to the opening social for Montgomery High faculty, all she could think about was how the person she really wanted to be with was on the opposite side of the world. Flat punch and grocery store cookies couldn’t come close to distracting her from the absence of her long-distance boyfriend Justin, but when the new math teacher showed up sporting palm trees and cowrie shells, Noelle finally had the urge to make a friend. It didn’t take long for Andy to become entrenched in...

Someone is trying to kill me. I suppose it’s an occupational hazard—Life as a CIA officer has certainly made me some enemies. But this isn’t just some run-of-the-mill arms dealer with a grudge. This time, I'm being hunted by the man who killed my father. Five years ago when my father went missing, I found the man responsible and thrust him into the deepest, darkest hole the Russian prison system had to offer. Anton Sokolov should be rotting away, miserably surviving on gray mush and zero sunlight. But someone got him out, and now he’s bent on revenge. It would be one thing if he ...

Surrounded by mercenaries in the middle of a Serbian forest, there's only one way out. Kill or be killed is nothing new to a CIA officer, but I never thought I’d have to do it to protect an attempted mass murderer. We’d hoped Dr. Omarov could lead us to the group that paid him to create a lethal neurotoxin, but every revelation brings more questions than answers. There’s no telling how long we have before they get their hands on another weapon, and it’s going to take all our resources to stop them before they hurt anyone else. I usually live for the chase—throwing myself in front ...

In the world of espionage, LOVE is a four-letter word. As a senior at the Albright Academy, I’m known for two things: Successfully weaponizing my feminine wiles, and being the daughter of a traitor. The rumors about my supposed sex life are nothing compared to the snide remarks about my father’s treason, but when you go to a high school run by the Department of Defense, neither makes you many friends. I was only five years old when Dad disappeared. When the CIA came barging through our door to tell us he was a Russian spy. Maybe it was fate that I followed in his footsteps; some weird ...