Will the love of her life distract True from reuniting with…the love of her life? Find out in the third book in Kieran Scott’s delightful series that blends ancient mythology with contemporary romance. True Olympia is in the home stretch. After being banished to Earth without her powers as punishment for falling in love with a mortal, True was tasked with matching three couples before she could return home. Now, with two couples fully in love, she is ready for her time in New Jersey to come to an end. But as easy as it should be to match one more couple, things are complicated by her immortal love Orion (who also appeared on Earth, just without the memory of their love). He’s dating another girl, but can’t seem to avoid spending time with True. Something about her finally seems familiar to him. But if True wants to get back with Orion for real, she needs to focus. Just one more couple, one more couple... "Highly original and wonderfully romantic, Only Everything is sure to inspire true love in all those who pick it up." -- Jennifer E. Smith, author of The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, on Only Everything “A fresh and hilarious story with a feisty deity, swoon-worthy drummer boy, and complicated girl that will have you cheering for soul mates. I fell hard for Only Everything. It's true love!” -- Elizabeth Eulberg, author of The Lonely Hearts Club, on Only Everything “Neither god nor mortal will be able to resist the charm and wisdom of True Olympia, Kieran Scott's most captivating character to date. Only Everything is exactly what you're looking for in a hot, summer read.” -- Jen Calonita, author of Secrets Of My Hollywood Life, on Only Everything Kieran Scott is the author of the True Love series, including Only Everything , Complete Everything , and Something True ; and the Non-Blonde Cheerleader series along with the He’s So/She’s So trilogy: She’s So Dead to Us , He’s So Not Worth It , and This Is So Not Happening . She also writes the New York Times bestselling series Private, as well as the Shadowlands trilogy, under the pen name Kate Brian. She resides in New Jersey with her family. Something True CHAPTER ONE True I woke up when my face hit the hardwood floor next to my bed and was still processing the shattering of my cheekbone when I jumped up, grabbed my bow and arrow, and whipped around, ready to let fly. My breath heaved. My heart pounded within my throat. My face throbbed. But there was no one there. On my bedside table, my cell phone vibrated so hard it shimmied toward the edge. That must have been the culprit. Not Artemis and Apollo bursting into my room, wielding hunting knives and whips and machetes. I saw my friend Wallace Bracken’s face smiling out at me from the screen, shoved the bow under my arm, and grabbed the phone. “Hello?” “Hey, True,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Mia? We’re not gonna work out.” I dropped the bow and slumped back down on the bed. A dart of white-hot pain shot from the crest of my cheekbone through my eye. I touched it gingerly. “Ow.” “Huh?” Wallace asked. “Nothing,” I said. “What happened with Mia? I thought you guys were having fun yesterday.” “We were, but it turns out she’s a PC girl,” Wallace said. “And I cannot go out with a PC girl.” “Wait, what? You mean she’s politically correct?” Wallace laughed heartily. “No, no, no. She has a frickin’ Dell computer. And a Windows 8 phone. I’m an Apple guy. The two don’t mesh.” I sighed. “Wallace. You can’t be serious.” “Trust me.” He was. Dead serious. The boy lived for his tech. And besides, he couldn’t have liked her much in the first place, if he was willing to let her go over something so trite. “Okay, fine,” I said. “Well, you tried.” “Yeah, I guess. Thanks for your help. Maybe I’ll stop by Goddess later and drown my sorrows in a peanut butter cupcake.” “It’s on me,” I told him. We hung up the phone, and my shoulders curled inward. Late last night, when I hadn’t been able to sleep, I had started to foster the tiny hope that Wallace and Mia might be my third couple. They’d looked so happy yesterday at the football game. Maybe they’d find true love, finally fulfilling my bargain with Zeus, and send me and Orion home to Mount Olympus to live happily ever after. But of course, it couldn’t be that easy. Nothing was ever that easy. I got up and winced again as my cheekbone throbbed anew. It wasn’t fun, being the hunted. It wasn’t restful, either. Nor did it make one pretty, if the glimpse of my reflection in the nearest looking glass was any indication. I leaned toward the pedestal mirror on my desk, right next to the hulking sand timer, which was already mercilessly running, marking the time I had left to make my next—and final—love match. Among the details that greeted me were dark circles under my eyes, sallow skin, ratty hair, a sleep crease as deep as the Grand Canyon from my ear to my chin, and a small red bruise forming on