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Total pages in book: 29
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Kim has always been a good student, but she takes the fall for her twin brother when he’s caught cheating on an exam. Her teacher, Mrs. Rogers, offers her a deal: if Kim agrees to live with a local billionaire, Adam Jackson, her academic record will remain clean. Adam Jackson has been running a chain of restaurant for years now. He prides himself on his fairness to employees and his open mind. But when the opportunity to get to know the beautiful Kimberly Jones presents itself, he finds himself violating his own moral code. After all, he’s determined to have a baby … even if his baby mama was sold to him.
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Kim

The alarm’s shrill ring dragged me from the best sleep I’ve had in the past week. Wrestling an arm out of the warm duvet, I blindly swiped at it until the godawful noise finally stopped.

Muffling a groan as I stretched out all the kinks in my shoulders, I began my morning routine with reluctance. Studying had taken a serious toll on my mental and physical health lately and last night had been especially brutal.

But today’s exam is important, so unfortunately, some hard-core hitting the books was necessary. Both my brother and I are good students, and as twins and classmates, we decided to study together. We don’t love American History, but it’s a required course. Plus, Kurt is generally better than I am at memorizing facts and figures, so I was grateful for his help.

But as I got dressed, my mind turned to my twin. Lately, Kurt had been even more exhausted than usual. With the constant pressure from our parents to get into a fancy college, it wasn’t too surprising. Plus, I think the fact that Kurt is a boy makes it worse. My parents are still old-fashioned, and they think that a man needs to be the breadwinner of his family. Because I’m female, they still think I can marry rich, although with my curvy body and frizzy hair, I’m not sure any man would be interested in me, much less a wealthy one.

But my brother worries me. The bags under Kurt’s eyes seem to be getting darker, and his ribs have started to poke out under his shirt too. He still eats, but it’s like watching a rabbit nibble at carrots. Seeing my brother so physically run down was painful and there was nothing I could do about it.

That wasn’t even adding in the emotional toll that the stress was taking on him. It’s been years since I’ve heard my brother cry, but lately, I’ve been hearing muffled sobs when he’s in the bathroom with the door shut. He thinks I can’t hear, but in fact, his every sob is audible above the pounding of the shower water.

I’d offered to talk with him about what was going on, but like a typical boy, Kurt refused. Grinding my teeth at the absurdity of the male ego and his refusal to ask for help when he needed it, I forced my attention to the day ahead of me.

I had to stay focused because an A in American History will look good on my report card. What college wants someone who pulls out a B in a class like this? It’s vital that I ace it.

But as I pull on my shoes, I hear painful retching sounds in our bathroom. Quickly, I tiptoe over to the door and knock lightly.

“Hey Kurt, are you okay?” I ask softly.

There’s no sound for a moment, but then the whoosh of the toilet rings in my ears.

“I’m coming,” he calls. “Just give me one sec.”

I wait patiently, and then the door swings open.

“Hey,” I say hesitantly. “Are you okay? I know the exam has put butterflies in your stomach, but it’s going to be fine –”

My brother cuts me off.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Kim. Come on, we’re late,” he says, brushing by me to pull on his jacket. I stare at his turned back, wondering if I should say something, but then my brother shoots me a look. From the expression on his face, he’s clearly not interested in discussing the issue of nerves.

“Coming?” he asks.

“Sure,” I gulp. “Let’s go. We’ll ace this test, I know it.”

But as the door closes behind us, I shoot another worried look at Kurt. His face is pale, and his entire being seems to emit exhaustion and despair. Is my twin okay? Unfortunately, there’s no way to know.

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Kim

I glance over at Kurt as I pull the family car to a stop at a red light. It’s worrisome. Every few seconds he begins to drift forward, sleep close to dragging him down, before jerking upright with a start.

How is he supposed to take a test in this condition? He’s barely able to stay awake and Mrs. Rogers is a bitch. Even if Kurt were dying of some disease, I doubt she’d let him postpone. The old crone is just like that.

The reminder of our authoritarian teacher made my stomach’s contents sour. Ever since we started at this school, she’s always seemed to have it out for Kurt and me. Her beady eyes glowered holes into my head anytime I so much as breathed too loudly in class and she was always cackling whenever I got a wrong answer.

Her behavior towards Kurt was even worse. She seems to hate my brother for no reason whatsoever. I don’t get it because he’s never done anything to her. But some people are just nasty for no reason, and unfortunately, our American History teacher was one of them.

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Ginny has always wanted to be beautiful. On impulse, the curvy girl decides to get boudoir photos taken in order to improve her self-esteem. But when she meets Corey and Castor, two handsome photographers, the photography session becomes more than just a simple encounter in front of the camera. Corey and Castor have a studio that specializes in naughty photos of larger women. When they see Ginny’s snaps, they decide to enter the spicy photos into a photography contest, over her protests. The only way to get them to stop is to give them access to her curves, anytime of the day, any way they want. Will Ginny agree to this blackmail, especially after Corey and Castor put a baby in the curvy girl’s belly?
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Ginny

I didn’t even want to come to this frat party. It’s loud and crowded, and the air smells like sweat and beer. This particular frat house has three stories and a backyard, but no air conditioning, which makes for a humid, stifling environment. I’m currently on the third floor, suffocating from the heat but trying to stay positive. Really, I’m just tired from studying for finals this week.

But it’s worth it to be here because I wouldn’t see my boyfriend otherwise. Xavier is really the only reason I do anything other than work on my art or hang with my best friend, Micky. I’m not a party type of person, but I’d do anything to make Xavier happy. Besides, at this party he’s practically a king. Frats love athlete superstars, and he’s one of the best soccer players at Beaumont College. So as Xavier’s girlfriend, that makes me royalty by association. Kind of.

Honestly, I was baffled when Xavier first showed interest in me because I’m not the athletic type at all. I barely even watch sports, let alone participate in them. But one day the soccer star walked up to me while I was studying in the library. It was almost as if he knew exactly who I was and what I had to offer.

Of course, I recognized Xavier because everyone knows who he is at tiny Beaumont College. My boyfriend is tall and athletic, not to mention incredibly handsome with thick chestnut hair and dreamy blue eyes. Okay, sometimes his eyes are a little too dreamy from all the pot he smokes, but most of the time, my boyfriend’s irresistible, and that first encounter at the library was no exception.

“Hey, how’s it hanging, beautiful?” he drawled. Xavier leaned over my table, glancing at the art history books and doodles I was currently working hard on. The boy sent shivers up my spine from being so close.

“Hi, er - just studying. Haha.”

I was at a loss for words. Xavier was so gorgeous that he seemed to be glistening. Is that even possible? I suppose so because he could have just come from practice. I noticed the muscles in his arms and they seemed to flex a bit as I watched.

“So Ginny, would you like to take a little break and grab a drink?” Miracle of miracles, somehow this boy knew my name! He smiled broadly at me and I couldn’t feel my face from nerves. Of course, I began to stammer like an idiot.

“I’m sorry, have we met before? Do we know each other?” I asked in a baffled voice before blushing again.

He merely shrugged confidently.

“No, we haven’t met before. But I know you because you’re one of the artists that helped paint the mural for the school last year. It’s my favorite.”

“Really?” I asked, my eyes lighting up. “I spent hours on the cobalt bird on the left side. You know, the one with the articulated crown and stylized tail feathers?”

Xavier looked puzzled for a moment, but then he smiled.

“Of course, the blue bird. Just like Tweety right? Tweet tweet tweet!” he sang.

I stared a little. Tweety Bird from Looney Tunes is yellow, not blue. But I smiled wanly.

“Sure, yeah. Tweet, tweet!”

Xavier merely grinned and shrugged cockily.

“Yeah. TWEET!” he honked in the library, causing other people to look up with annoyance. Ugh, I was embarrassed then, and I’m embarrassed remembering it now. But who am I to be picky? I’m a curvy girl whose assets are extra large, and this was the opportunity of a lifetime. I might never get a chance to date a hot athlete like Xavier again.

As a result, I put my books in my bag and stood, accepting his invitation for a drink. Those strong fingers closed around my palm, making me feel petite and special. We walked out of the library together like we had been a couple forever, and I could swear heads were turning as Xavier strode the halls confidently. By association, I felt special too, even if it sounds a bit pathetic.

Plus, the rest of the evening was like a fairytale come true. Xavier took me to McClennon’s, where all the athletes hang out with their girlfriends, and I could hardly even believe I was there. Was this really happening to me, Ginny Marmont? I often feel insecure because boys refer to me as a “butter face” or “consolation prize,” and the words hurt. They’re referring to my weight, and I want to scream that my curves are none of their business, but what can I do?

But that night, I tamped down on my insecurities and put a smile on my face. Xavier liked me, and wonder of wonders, we started dating immediately. Overall, it’s pretty great. He gets a lot of attention as a student athlete, and some of that rubs off on me. A lot of people know me now, even if I’m just a girlfriend.

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Total pages in book: 95
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Brick Barrister is an a$$hole. Okay, so he’s my dad’s gorgeous, dominating boss with blue eyes that make me shiver and a build like He-Man. But still, Brick’s arrogant and soooo frustrating. He caught me doing something I shouldn’t, and got it on videotape! But instead of giving the tape back like an honorable man, he’s keeping it. In fact, Brick watches me over and over again on his phone … at work, at home, and even out in public. Who DOES that? I have to get that video back.
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Tammy

I’ve been lying in bed for hours, too wired to fall asleep. My parents asked so many questions tonight. It’s like they knew I was about to do something insanely stupid once they were both asleep. Then again, they seem to have a sixth sense for nonsense that I think comes with parenthood. Who knows? Either way, it made me extremely nervous. I just hope they didn’t pick up on that.

But I need to stop thinking and get moving. It’s late enough that I know Mom and Dad are long since asleep. I left an already packed bag in my car, so I won’t have to lug a bunch of heavy equipment with me. After all, the goal is to make as little noise as possible as I leave the house. Stepping out of my room, I tiptoe downstairs, feeling like a thief.

It’s time to do something reckless.

Okay, so my idea is something that many people would consider totally stupid and idiotic. But my reasons for this fool’s errand are justifiable. It’s not like I’m doing this purely out of morbid curiosity or because I’m trying to steal stuff. But what I’m about to do is still technically a crime. And if I’m caught, I just might go to jail. Because of this thing called “trespassing,” which is part of my plan.

So it would be best if I don’t get caught…

Oh golly, I can’t believe I’m about to break into Brick Productions. My dad has worked at Brick as a video editor for years. He’s been with them almost since the very beginning, when CEO Brick Barrister founded the place. Lucky for me, Dad’s seniority means I’m familiar with the company, so I know its approximate layout. I used to tag along with my dad on days when I didn’t have school or when he wanted to show me something new and cool.

I guess what I’m doing is technically called “breaking in,” but then again, who’s keeping track? It isn’t going to be hard, but that doesn’t make the activity any less criminal. I just have to make sure not to get my dad, or myself, into any trouble. Legal or otherwise. My family would be devastated if I went to jail.

Focus. I need to stop thinking about how illegal what I’m doing is and just get on with it. It’s important to turn these thoughts into actions because if I can get this audition tape made, I might be able to finally achieve my lifelong dream. Besides, I’m not really breaking in because I’m using my dad’s key. I’ll just consider my actions as coming in during off-hours without informing anyone and using property that isn’t mine without permission – but only briefly and while being careful not to destroy anything. Sounds reasonable, right?

I pull into the parking lot, and turn off my headlights. Then, I tiptoe towards the building, avoiding the main entrance. Instead, I head over to the side door. I take out my dad’s key and quietly, let myself into the building. Not wanting to make any excess noise, I take the stairs and tiptoe to one of Brick Production’s many sound stages. I try not to breathe. There probably isn’t any night staff around these parts, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

The studio has top-notch equipment, which is key. They have video cameras that literally cost as much as a house, as well as fancy sound equipment and lighting of various sizes and strengths. I’m making an audition tape for Fantastic Florists, a new reality show, and this equipment will help me produce something professional-quality.

After all, I used to watch an educational TV series about plants called Flower Power when I was a kid, and the show fueled my interests in everything floral. My childhood dream was to be one of the assistants on the show, but it was canceled right after I got started in my career.

So when a new show, Fantastic Florists, was announced recently, it felt like a sign. I have massive stage fright, but I’m putting all of that behind me because the prize is $50,000. Imagine what I could do with fifty big ones! I could open my own floral shop, which I’ve dreamed of doing for ages. It would be so great to beautify the community while interacting with customers every day.

I’ve scrutinized the numbers. Having my own outfit is definitely possible if I use the 50K prize wisely.

Plus, I’ve gotten so much experience while working at Greener Thumb, a local shop in downtown Merryton. I’m practically running the place, to be honest, and it makes me feel proud yet resentful because I hate my current boss, Abigail.

It wasn’t always like this. When I first interviewed for the position, Abigail was all smiles and really sweet. Even my first few weeks on the job were pretty great, but she revealed her true colors in time. She has this way of getting under my skin. She loves throwing around her authority and acting like just because she signs my paycheck every other week, she can do whatever she wants. I haven’t been able to quit because I really need the money, but this reality show just might be my ticket out. It’s time for me to strike out on my own in the floral industry.

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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
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My dad’s best friend has something that I want, and I’m not above a little blackmail to get it! Renee: I’ve never been a good girl. Let’s just say that trouble always seems to find me no matter where I am. So when my dad’s gorgeous best friend walks in the door, the choice is easy. Kane’s got something I want. It makes me toss in bed at night just thinking about it. And I’m not above blackmailing him to get it. Kane: The last time I saw Renee, she was just a tiny thing with cute little pigtails and knee socks. But now, all I can imagine is Renee in a compromised position. It’s so wrong to be thinking of my best friend’s daughter like this. But when the curvy girl decides to blackmail me, it all goes downhill fast. Because Renee doesn’t realize that I’m an OTT alpha male who doesn’t play games. And like it or not, I’m putting my baby in the curvy girl’s belly!
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Renee

My brown eyes stare at the clock on the wall, watching it tick slowly. The small hand struggles to make it to 2:45, and I tap my pen impatiently, wanting the school day to be over already. I peek down at the doodle I created on my notebook as Mrs. Miller drones on about yet another war. That’s all history class is—talking about wars, politics, and the downside of humankind. How depressing.

My teacher’s monotonous voice causes an involuntary groan to slip from my lips, making the entire class turn around and stare at me.

“Am I boring you, Miss Linwood?”

Mrs. Miller says “Miss” with a lisp, probably due to her huge overbite.

“Um sorry, no?”

My response comes out more as a question than a statement. Snickers are heard around the room, and my best friend, Chastity, smacks my arm in warning.

Mrs. Miller is not amused as she places her hands on her hips. I knew I should have skipped her class today. The bell rings, and everyone jumps out of their seats, thankfully blocking Mrs. Miller’s view of me and saving me from the laser beams that are about to shoot from her eyes.

“Renee, you really should start paying attention,” Chastity shakes her head at me as I gather my books and throw them in my backpack.

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes and follow behind her.

But just as I’m about to stroll out of the classroom, I hear my name being called.

“Miss Linwood, can I have a minute?”

“I’ll wait for you by the flagpole,” Chastity whispers, shooting me a sympathetic look. “Good luck.”

I plod over to Mrs. Miller’s desk reluctantly. Glaring up at me, she leans back in her chair and places her hands under her sagging breasts. This woman needs to be introduced to a push-up bra and a dentist.

“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” I ask, wanting to get the lecture over with.

“Do you know that I can probably count on one hand how many times you’ve actually been to class this semester?”

“Oh really?” I try to appear vague and confused.

“Renee,” she huffs. “You’re a senior. Do you want to fail my class and not graduate?”

I want to tell her that I don’t really care about school or about graduating, but my father pops into my mind. Daddy would be devastated if I dropped out of school and didn’t get my diploma. He’s already picked out a handful of colleges for me to look at, and I hate to disappoint him.

I sigh heavily.

“What can I do?” is my defeated question.

Mrs. Miller’s eyes gleam brightly.

“Write a one-thousand-word essay on the Prohibition era to start with. Due by the end of the month,” she announces.

Oh god, I don’t want to do this. I’m already so busy, but slowly I nod my head.

“Okay,” I say. Mrs. Miller nods with a satisfied smile on her face.

“You need to get your head out of the clouds, Miss Linwood. Creating doodles on notebook paper isn’t going to get you through life.”

Mrs. Miller’s unsolicited advice angers me to no end. I duck my head and mumble something that’s incomprehensible before hurrying out of the classroom and down the hallway, which is now empty. Good. Hopefully I got out of there before she realized how little I think of her, and of school in general.

After all, the only passion I have in life is art, and it seems the world I live in doesn’t support any kind of future that’s artistic. All my teachers want to cram down my throat is numbers, facts about the past, and other useless information the Board of Education forces us to learn. But art classes are optional and you can only take one class per semester because of all the other required courses. Blegh.

Last year, I couldn’t even take an art elective because I was forced to take an SAT prep course instead. I had been unbelievably pissed, to say the least. The only class I look forward to each semester was taken away from me, all to prepare for a stupid test to help me get into college. But the problem is, I don’t even really want to go to college, much less apply.

I quickly march toward the staircase, my fringe boots clicking on the tiled floor as I hurry down the stairs like I’m trying to escape a fire that’s filling my high school. Sometimes, I wish a fire would consume this hell hole I hate so much.

After all, when I’m in this place, an overwhelming sense of suffocation consumes me. The walls confine me, the teachers want to control me, and my peers annoy me with their immaturity and pettiness.

As soon as I push the door open, fresh air fills my lungs and sunshine warms my face. A sense of freedom relieves me of the burden I’d felt when I was inside the building. I jog toward the flagpole, where Chastity is waiting for me with her long, beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind as if she’s in a Pantene commercial.

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