Bøker av Jess Taylor

Love. A four letter word describing a feeling that most children grow up surrounded by. I didn't. Until Asher Gray. The guy always up for a good time. The friend I could always rely on. The man who also happened to be my brother's best friend. He made me feel more cherished than anyone else ever had. I'd gotten used to our friendship, regardless of how attracted to him I was. I never thought we could be anything more. Until the look in his eyes changed, and I realized that maybe we were never really friends at all. Maybe the love I always longed for was standing right in front of me. But now my past is coming back to haunt me and suddenly I don't know how to protect the man I love from it. I don't even know how to protect myself. All I do know is that I want him by my side through it all.

You will talk about 2016. You will talk about The Lighted City. You will be brave and truthful. You will get to the bottom of what happened.Paul (Paulina) Hayes loves her cousin Adrian. Inseparable from a young age, they play The Lighted City, an imaginary world where they pretend to live together and can escape a childhood that seems both too sad and too grown-up. But The Lighted City isn't without danger.Years later, Paul is struggling with PTSD after a season of turmoil--one in which Adrian is dead, and radio and television are filled with reports of missing children. Just as stability is settling into her life and relationships, Paul is dragged back into the fate that Adrian seems to have scripted for them. And so she finds herself journeying across the country, down into a ravine, and back to The Lighted City, where so much of her childhood played out. Only by doing so can she begin to come to terms with "the day everything happened"--and what has unfolded since then. With a unique blend of contemporary storytelling and psychological fiction, Play is a haunting, riveting novel that reminds us of both the beauty and danger of imagination.

People Always Leave. They've proved it time and time again for as long as I can remember. You'd figure I'd be used to it, but that feeling, the one of losing someone you love, it can be unbearable. That's why it's easiest to never let people too far in to begin with. It's the cardinal rule that I broke with one look into his deep blue eyes. I let him in. All of him. His touch, his love, his secrets, his lies. I thought it was the fairytale that I never believed in. ¿I thought that we were soulmates. But how could he be my soulmate when my soul was broken from the start?