When Lucy Falkwell loses control of her house bus on a lonely alpine road in New Zealand, she finds herself in the midst of opera-singer Alessandro Magno's latest music video. She mistakenly believes she's stumbled upon a horrific crime scene. Lucy, a free-spirited eco-warrior, is ignorant of the world lying between the pages of those tabloid magazines. She doesn't recognize Alessandro, nor has she seen his smoldering publicity shots advertising the fact he's in town. Instead, she deduces that he's the main detective working the case. As the two fall into a strange friendship built upon a mistaken identity (all while attempting to rebuild other parts of their lives), the chemistry between them becomes obvious. But how do you learn to trust someone you never really knew in the first place? *** I like to class this kind of 'genre' as BohoLit. You will understand what I mean when you read it ;)

All she's known is what she's always had; her hair. Cliche right? Not if your hair changes color, style, and length every night. She's always lived in that old laboratory, never seeing that outside world she's heard about. Until one day.... (All credit to original owner of the photo I used for my cover,)

❝ he watched her from the balcony, eyes lit up with the promise of the night, she didn't see him however, but that didn't matter; all that mattered was how luke felt for her ❞ © ocaenics (was @ trashlouis) || 2014. all rights reserved