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Titles in this Set:

1. Torn
2. Tied

Description:

Torn
When I was five years old, I told Toren Grace we were going to get married someday. He’d been my closest friend, my protector, and my rock since the day I was born. But during my senior year, our relationship slowly changed. Silly conversations morphed into serious heart-to-hearts. Innocent friendship turned to stolen glances.

Then one day, an unexpected kiss changed everything.

While that kiss was all I’d ever dreamed of, it knocked Tor clear off his axis. His strong moral compass makes it impossible for him to accept our feelings for each other. Because, not only am I eighteen and fifteen years younger than him, I’m the one person he should never, ever want.

Tor is my father’s best friend-my pseudo uncle.

Neither one of us can stand to betray or hurt my dad, but we can’t keep our relationship hidden forever. Will there be a way for us to find our happily-ever-after? Or will we all be torn apart?

Tied
My innocence was stolen when I was abducted at five years old. For eleven years I held on by clinging to childhood fairytales. I waited for a prince to someday save me and carry me off to a happily ever after.

I had no idea my saviour would come as a scarred recluse, covered in tattoos, who can’t-or won’t-speak a word. Nevertheless, the moment our eyes met I knew he was the one.? My prince.

With his bare hands, he killed the monster who kept me captive. But people have a way of distorting the truth when the hero looks like a villain. As it turns out, Tyler Grace is many things: A myth. An outcast. A nightmare. Haunted by tragedy, he lives secluded in the forest. Some say they see him ride through town at night-straddling a black motorcycle, his face covered by a skeletal mask.

I’ve been warned to stay away, yet I can’t stop thinking about him. I ache to hear his voice. And I want nothing more than to break through his walls. I know he’s the only one who can break through mine.

Do we dare dream of a love that once felt impossible to find? Or will only our horrible, twisted past tie us together?