Bøger udgivet af Missy Johnson

When you're a twenty-year-old triple platinum singer you get an image. Except mine was all wrong. On drugs; pregnant; fucking my manager... they were the kind of lies I'd wake up to every day. But they didn't know me. Nobody does. People see what they want to see, and think what they want to think. I was a good girl. I played by the rules, kept to myself and it got me nowhere. I spent the last year in love with a guy who I was paying to fuck me. A guy who fell in love with someone else. One minute he was my life and then he wasn't. I've experienced it all my life. People around until they got what they wanted. Being left on my own at age fifteen was the best thing that happened to me. Until I met Ivan. Trust nobody but yourself, because everyone hurts you in the end. That's the lesson I've learned. I'm done caring, and I'll do whatever is necessary to get through this. No matter what the cost. Because at the end of the day, I am in this alone.

Don't let my petite and innocent appearance fool you, because I'm one person you don't want to cross. I'm Micah, the youngest member of Resurrection...If only they knew how young. My fake ID says I'm twenty-one. And I will be...in four years. What can I say? I blossomed early. Home sucked, so I left, determined to do something with my life. Landing the gig as lead vocalist in the band was a dream come true. I've worked hard to make something of myself and nothing is going to ruin that for me. Then He showed up. Saxon Waite, ex bad boy of rock. He's hot as hell and so into me. But he's also twenty-five. I don't want to lie to him, but if the truth comes out I'll lose everything. Including him.

My best friend was dying and I was in love with his girl. Andy and I had been best friends since we were eight-years old. Watching him slowly fade away, ever closer to his final breath, made me so incredibly angry. I knew there was nothing I could do to change it--I had given in to despair, but Andy had not. He had one last hand to play. He wasn't going to simply sit back and wait for Death to claim him--not Andy. He was going to live life until he couldn't hold his eyes open any longer. Andy didn't want to die in some sterile hospital and asked me to take him and Emily to the beach. It would be our last road trip together. Emily. Emily was a problem for me. I harbored a secret that would have torn our friendship apart. I was in love with Andy's girl, and had been since she'd walked into our sixth grade class, so many years ago. So what kind of person am I? My best friend is dying, and it's awful--but my heart still aches for his girl. I hate myself for thinking beyond Andy's death and whether there could ever be a future for Emily and I, but I can't help it. I'm in love with her.