London Lovers

The dreaded friend zone - the last place I ever want to be with college basketball god Jake LaShae.... I am losing my mind trying to figure out what this gorgeous and confident man wants from me. I need to break through his walls. What is it about me that makes him not go there? What am I lacking?

The moment those words come out of the doctors mouth, I feel sick. So sick. The life I have dreamed of obliterated. And Brody. God, Brody. How will he look at me? How can he accept me? He'll know what I hid from him. He'll know everything. It's over. It's completely over. I can't tell him "I love Us" anymore. Even though I do. Even though it will kill me. I can't tell him anything. Everything is ruined. Pummeled. Broken. I have to leave him. I have to give up us. I know he'll come after me. I just have to do something to make him not want to.

When Leslie Lincoln, a spunky, red-headed American, suffers an awkward moment with an arousingly-sexy British man - she thinks her life can't get any more pathetic. She's done with men. She doesn't need them. She especially doesn't need their muscular thighs.

My name is Reyna Miracle. Even though a part of my name is Miracle, there's nothing miraculous about me. My body portrays the tales of my life. Every feeling, every heartbreak, every emotion. Marked. Inked. Stained. A walking canvas of my messed up truth.