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Midnight Clove has always been the quiet one. The one that goes to school only to study. The one that sometimes goes unnoticed by her friends. But everything changes when Noah Carters comes to town. And love plants a flower in this unforgettable winter. -- Don't forget to vote and comment if you like it!

"Don't make me shoot you." Orion said, his gun drawn. We both knew it wouldn't kill me. It'd just be a small pain in my ass. Unlike Orion himself. I smiled at him, fluttering my eyelashes. "Oh no, woe is me! I've made you mad, haven't I? Was drinking his blood really that bad? It was barely a drop, Ry." Orion growled, his blue eyes locking with mine. "Don't call me that." I stepped closer, and I could tell he tensed at our proximity. I trailed a finger down his hard chest, then bunched his shirt up in my hand and pulled him to me. "Why? Does it bother you?" I whispered, our lips almost touching. Orion drew in a breath, looking me straight in the eyes. "It does. And so does this. So move before I shoot you." I curled my lip at him in amusement. "My pleasure." ________________________________ Juno Hayes is a vampire. And she's just turned. Oh, don't get me wrong. She isn't suddenly a pale, poreless beauty queen. Her complexion is the same as it's been the past 16 years; clear and olive. And she's just arrived in North Dakota's Champion Glade High School. Orion Waters is a hunter. One of the youngest and strongest. One who harbours a strong hatred for vampires ever since his sixth birthday. And he's just arrived in North Dakota's Champion Glade High School. As Juno's observer. But when a mysterious shadow has taken Juno's one weakness and fled, it is Orion's responsibility as her observer to go with her to retrieve the weapon. And when the thief seems to be closer than they expected, Orion finds himself questioning whether his growing attraction to Juno is what makes him want to be around her more and more. That, or the fact that if he gained possession of the stolen weapon, it would give him all he needs to kill her.

Carter Adams never meant more than a fling to me. He wasn't supposed to be permanent. We were never supposed to see each other again. ...so how in God's name did I end up in this situation? •~•~•~•~• Annabelle Franklin was perfectly content with her summer last year at the small town of Seaside Crystal. Her life was falling apart back then: she needed a temporary fix. And that fix had come in the form of Carter Adams. But that was a year ago. She was over him now. Maybe. But Carter definitely wasn't over her. Find out what happens when a summer fling blossoms into much more. But here's the catch; will it bloom into a flower or die out as a bud?

One night with me and you'll be called moaning myrtle...