Novel: WHEN SPARKS FLY
Skylar Hayes didn’t lose. Ever.
At Westbrook University, she was untouchable—top of her class, student council president, and the girl everyone either admired or feared. She had worked too hard to let anything, or anyone, mess that up.
Which is exactly why she hated Jaxon Carter.
It all started one week ago.
Skylar had been running across campus, her planner tucked under one arm and an iced coffee in the other. She was late for a student council meeting—something that never happened. As she turned the corner, distracted by her phone, she collided with something—or rather, someone.
Her coffee flew out of her hand, splattering across a crisp white hoodie.
“Are you blind?,” she muttered, looking down at the mess.
“Are you blind?” a deep, amused voice asked.
Skylar glanced up, irritation bubbling in her chest. Standing in front of her, peeling off the ruined hoodie, was an infuriatingly good-looking guy with tousled dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that immediately pissed her off.
“You should watch where you’re going, princess,” he said.
Skylar’s eyes narrowed. Princess? “Excuse me?”
