Rebels. Misfits. Bad boys who rule the streets. Everyone’s welcome at the worst kept secret in town, just as long as you don’t mind getting your reputation—and your heart—a little dirty

Welcome to Patchwork House…

Patchwork House is a boy’s club—a mean boy’s club. They made an exception for Tweetie once, and they’re going to make another, because she’s coming home. After two years away and one too many broken hearts, Tweetie swore off skaters—but she never expected Flip.

Flip was the most famous skater in the world until he traded his place at Patchwork with the little girl whose life he ruined. Now Tweetie’s all grown up, and one chance encounter brings them together. He knows the right thing to do is disappear before things get ugly, but he never was very good at being good.

She’s back, and so is he—all bets are off. Nothing will stop this bad boy from finally getting his lost girl. They’re written in the stars, and it’s time she knows it.

The first lesson Flip taught Tweetie was how to fall.It was also the last thing she remembered when they met again, because she didn’t just fall for him.

She slammed.

He was twenty-four and uber famous.

He had that skater boy look I went absolutely insane for. Thin, muscles etching every inch of him. Dark devil-may-care eyes shadowed under wavy hair and a cap. A constant, cocksure grin hooking one side of his cheek. I probably should have been immune to boys like him growing up where I did, but everyone tried so hard to keep me out of the life, so it had the reverse effect. I was drawn to it. Drawn to any sign of a fuck authority attitude. And he had it in spades.

Bad boys & true love.

FATE? Check.

Angst? Check.

Second chances? Check.

True love? Check.

Bad boys? Check.Check. & Check.

“I couldn’t pick up anything for days.”

 Skater Boy combined many of my favorite things into one beautifully unique novel. Strong and defiant heroine. Obsessive alpha hero. Angst. The down-to-the-bone, soul-crushing kind of love. Once Skater Boy was over, I couldn’t pick up anything for days. Weeks later I’m still thinking about it. Read this book. Breathe this book. Obsess over this book. Flip will stalk your heart, and you’ll so desperately love every second of it.” – Kris Can’t Even