Dear reader.
That signals the end of Play Pretend. Hope you enjoyed the journey with Connor; hopefully shed some tears for Eleanor? And Erik, if anyone who felt the turn of feelings for him. Personally, I do.
Please leave huge comments down below; I want to know what you think. Anything is good.
Thank you and goodbye. Don't forget to check out my other books. The next book is called Flowers on the Hill. It has a lot more serious tone than Play Pretend (yes, even with that last scene). Please read and appreciate it as well. I'm sure you will love it equally. Meanwhile, I'm trying to follow back everyone who put my books in their library, voted, commented or followed me (Yes any one of those).
As always, thank you for supporting my work. I will work harder to become a better writer for you all.
Signing out, Vivian
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Play Pretend
RomanceA fire doesn't spark that easily. It takes a lot of oxygen and fuel to start a flame, and even more to keep it going. A fire is love. Oxygen is time. Fuel is understanding. But that theory doesn't apply to me at all. Last May, I became an FBI agent...
