Bad Reputation Duet Series by Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

​I HAVE A BAD REPUTATION. Call me what you want: Bad Boy Next Door. Trouble. That Kid Who Can’t Do Anything Right. When Willow moves into my neighborhood, nothing should have happened. She’s geeky. Shy. A true wallflower. Willow is a good girl. Too good for me. And how the hell was I supposed to know that she’s related to Loren Hale—yeah, that douchebag celebrity that lives on my street. The same guy I've been pranking by spray painting vulgar words on his mailbox and worse. Much worse... more​I HAVE A BAD REPUTATION. Call me what you want: Bad Boy Next Door. Trouble. That Kid Who Can’t Do Anything Right. When Willow moves into my neighborhood, nothing should have happened. She’s geeky. Shy. A true wallflower. Willow is a good girl. Too good for me. And how the hell was I supposed to know that she’s related to Loren Hale—yeah, that douchebag celebrity that lives on my street. The same guy I've been pranking by spray painting vulgar words on his mailbox and worse. Much worse. Don't ask me why I do the things I do. Don't ask me why it had to be her. I'm cursed. Simple as that. But here's the thing about people who are cursed—they break everything they touch. And yet. . . I still want to touch her. ​. Whatever It Takes is the first book in the Bad Reputation Duet and can be read and enjoyed without reading any of Krista & Becca's other novels. less

​​I WILL RUIN HER. You know that old saying “opposites attract” — well, no one ever tells you what happens after the attraction part. Do opposites stick together forever? Or do they just self-combust? And then there’s the third option: someone or something forces them apart. Look, the third option isn’t happening to us. I will end the bastard who thinks he can keep me from her. I only need to worry about one thing. . . Epic, soul-crushing self-destruction... more​​I WILL RUIN HER. You know that old saying “opposites attract” — well, no one ever tells you what happens after the attraction part. Do opposites stick together forever? Or do they just self-combust? And then there’s the third option: someone or something forces them apart. Look, the third option isn’t happening to us. I will end the bastard who thinks he can keep me from her. I only need to worry about one thing. . . Epic, soul-crushing self-destruction. Because I screw up everything I touch. Even her. less