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Late one night, Nicki Johnson plays with emotional fire and Googles her high school love, only to find his name splashed across the British gossip columns. Back in his native England, Adam Kincaid is successful and dating a woman from an aristocratic family like his own. With a career in politics, Nicki's no slouch, but she knows Adam is living a world away from her life. Yet there was a time he was no farther than the next locker. Nicki will never forget their year together in high school-the year of her sister's death, the year her mother checked out. Adam helped Nicki through suffocating grief, and she led him through coming of age. But when is a high school crush something more?

Sixteen years is a long time to wait for your true love to reappear, and, anyway, Nicki Johnson couldn't wait for the impossible to happen. Hard life lessons have taught her that fairy tales are children's stories, and fate is cruel. Burying her hopes, she's spent the last sixteen years focused and driven toward her career, and it's landed her with a job at the White House with a gem of a boyfriend. But when her high school love, Adam Kincaid, walks into the White House as a BBC reporter, Nicki's world is thrown into turmoil as she relives their past. Adam has come back for her, but has he arrived too late?

I'm a journalist--Adam Kincaid, BBC reporter, to be exact, so I'm not going to bury the lead. I'm about to see the woman I never got over.I know that because I've been back in America for years now, and I still don't date American girls. My dad would say I've come to my senses, sticking to my own British patrician kind, but that's crap. Mum, the psychologist, would more wisely say it's my unresolved issues around Nicki. My teenage years are long behind me, yet my guilt over her remains. So I've avoided all things Nicki, though the irony is she's the one avoiding me.Maybe if we see each other, we can both move on. Could she ever forgive me? Can you forgive yourself when you hurt someone you love?But please, don't answer yet. I've jumped ahead of the story, and as a reporter, I should give you more background to get to the root of it all.So let me tell you my story. Then you can be the judge.

She's a fallen angel being held captive in hell by her own mind...She's the forbidden fruit he was never allowed to have. Grayson Prince has gotten whatever he's wanted ever since he could breathe air. His dangerous smirk, intoxicating eyes, and massive ego makes him the most repulsive man Adrianna's ever known.The sarcastic, brooding hockey player has been the bane of her existence since they could crawl. What could he possibly want so bad that he needs her help, let alone, begging her for a three-month deal of fake dating himself?He wants his ex back.He wants his father to take him seriously.But with each day of fake dates, fake affection...He wants her.He's the devil who saves her from her demons...He was the poisonous fruit she never desired to touch. Adrianna Cassian only wants one thing, and that's for her father to care about her. She has been haunted ever since her twenty-two seconds of death when she overdosed a year ago. A year has gone by and even her own father can't look at her. Her golden eyes, her chocolate hair, and her smartass attitude make her the most insufferable woman Grayson has ever laid eyes on.Adrianna being described as fiery, beautifully intelligent, and wanted has always been the biggest lie he's ever heard in his entire life. What could Adrianna possibly be hiding from everyone that she's willing to distract herself by helping Grayson?She wants herself back.She despises him.She craves the temptation...She craves him.

Keepsakes: The Heart Series is a journey from fear into freedom, written for women everywhere who struggle with never being good enough to be loved. It is my story, but it is also the story of so many like me, searching for confidence and peace.I remember thinking, Lord, it is so unfair if you return when I am having a bad day or I'm not being as good as I should be or if I didn't score enough points that day to get into heaven. Like so many, I lived in subtle fear that my life was judged on an invisible scale, with each deed being measured against perfection.Once I understood, when I accepted Christ, God's son, into my heart, I was saved; I was going to heaven! I could never be good enough--on my bad days or my good days--to get into heaven, but Christ inside me could. That's when I stopped focusing on myself and my performance, and I started understanding who God was.And I now get to lean on, depend on, talk to, and cry with my King every day on my special journey of life. He knows my every thought, my every motivation, my every deed; he knows my ugly, and he still loves me. Not like the love from childhood, where I had to be perfect to be accepted, but an unconditional, never-ending love. He walks hand in hand with me through every season--no scales, just a hand holding mine.My purpose in writing is simply this: that you who believe in God's Son will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that you have eternal life, the reality and not the illusion. And how bold and free we then become in his presence, freely asking according to his will, sure that he is listening. And if we are confident that he is listening, we know that what we have asked for is as good as ours. (1 John 5:13-15)