Fictional-Friends
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I backed away from his touch, turning to stare up at his eyes. "What," I murmured.
"Ede... Miss Hawthorn," I put my hand to his chest, halting his words.
"Please Callum," I muttered desperately. "Call me Eden."
His eyes were nervous hesitant, he thought he'd crossed a line. If only he knew what it did to me to hear my name fall from his lips.
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Eden Hawthorn is tired of suiters, and parties. She is desperate for a life filled with choices and decisions. But when one man takes advantage of Eden, she finds herself rejecting the frivolous socialite life she was raised in all for the boy who saved her. With the American Revolution creeping closer, how will Eden choose between her family and the boy she loves?
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"His hand reached for my face tilting my chin up until I couldn't remember how to breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my own. I whimpered as his tongue parted my lips. Our arms entangled each others, mine reaching for his shirt, his grasping at my hair."