Książki autorstwa Jay McLean

As a kid, Logan Preston was a brat. Through his teens, he became the bad boy. Now, at nineteen, no one knows what the hell to expect. High school dropout, Logan Preston is a good-for-nothing stoner. A black sheep. A disappointment. The worst Preston Punk of the lot. At least that’s how everyone in...

"So…I came up with a plan. I sat the brothers down and gave them my speech; we’d become male escorts. The house was split. The single dudes thought it was great. The guys with the steady girlfriends told the single dudes they were insane. I promised them all we could make it work without hur...

Some villains are made. Some villains are born. And some villains aren’t villains at all. 
 Nate DeLuca was born into a life he didn’t want. Forced to walk a path that was already chosen for him. Grandson to a mob boss, he’s forever torn between his duty, his honor, his legacy, and the truth. B...

It's said that your life flashes before your eyes when you die. It must only happen to those whose lives were worthy. Clearly, mine was not. The only thing that happened to me was a repeat of what I thought was my death. The blast of the gun as it went off. The loss of my breath as two hundred...

One life-changing summer. One boy. The boy. The boy who offered me safe touches and heart-stopping smiles - smiles he shared with his son. We filled our days with porch-step kisses, filled our ears with laughter, filled our hearts with love. Deep, soul-aching, desperate love. But love is mislead...

In a sprint, every millisecond counts. When you’re waiting for love, those milliseconds can feel like eons. High school senior Lucas Preston has it all: star of the track team, a scholarship waiting for him, an apartment to himself and a revolving door of girlfriends. He also has an older siste...

We all play victims to our pasts; to the choices we make and the lives we create. They define who we are. And sometimes if we're lucky enough, the past stays where it belongs: in the past. I'm not one of the lucky ones. I never have been. Because now the past is knocking on my door, offering de...

There’s a single defining moment within every skater. It lasts only a second. Two if you're good. Three if you’re really good. It’s the moment you’re in the air, your board somewhere beneath you, and nothing but wind surrounds you. It’s the feeling of being airborne. The sixteen-year-old version of...