Series reading order: More Than This (Book one) More Than Her (Book two) More Than Him (Book three) -LUCY- There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured. A heart so strong it will never slow. There is a promise so sure it can never lie. He promised me that love forever. Even when it wasn't enough. -CAMERON- Forever. Everlasting. Eternal. There is no measure of time. No sounds of the ticking of a clock. Just the rising and falling of the sun. And our own sense of forever. But our forever isn't always.

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 deals I have no choice but to take... deals that will help bring justice-not just for me, but for my brothers. The problem? The deal is a ticking time bomb. One I didn't know existed. Tick. Tock.

There's no emotion greater than fear. No ache greater than grief. No sound greater than silence. *** I'm grateful he showed up on my doorstep, pissed off and angry at the world. If he hadn't, I wouldn't be here. And I don't just mean here on this journey with him. I mean here, in this world. * I wonder what events in all our lives-hers included-are The Turning Points? The points where we all determine that the fear of our pasts and the uncertainty of our futures are greater than our need for happiness. Here. Now. While time and everything around us stands unmoving... who's to say we can't...

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 pounds of dead weight dropped on top of me. And then darkness. This replayed over and over. When the guy squatted down next to me and asked if I was hurt, the only thing I could see, feel, hear, were those few seconds. Even now, as I sat in the back of a blacked out van-it was the only thing that ran...

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 me would've said it was the greatest feeling in the world. Then at seventeen, I had my son. And every single second became a defining moment. Even the ones that consisted of heartbreak when his mother left us. Seventeen. Single. Dad. That's what my life became. Yet, every day, I managed to find...

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 misleading. It's an invisible, fleeting moment. Somewhere between false adoration and pure hatred comes an emotion, a vulnerable need, a single desire. It lives within the ones who miss it, who crave it, who know better than to expect it. Love is relentless. Even when that love turns to hate, turns to...

It's the same old story, really. Good versus evil. Heroes versus villains. Light versus dark. For two years, college freshman Noah Morgan lived his life somewhere in the middle, fighting darkness and light, always searching for answers to a single question: Why, Noah, why? The same three words keep him up at night, struggling for air while gripping a plastic cylinder containing white pills to match the white label with his name printed in ink as deep and dark as his memories-memories that turned him into a recluse. A shut-in. An introvert. Luckily for him, that's not how the girl next door...