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Summer to Remember | ✓ by Madzalalor
Madzalalor
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It's been five years since the sudden disappearance of Cora Cadigan's mother. Five years since the case was closed before it even began. In the final summer before the end of high school, Cora knows it's her last opportunity to find the answers she so desperately needs. Only her luck has never quite worked out. Until golden-boy, Rhys Laderman, that is. Rhys has the type of connections Cora needs in order to learn the truth. Unfortunately for her, she's despised his rich kid facade and cocky attitude from the moment he was born. Only, if she wants the answers, Rhys holds the key. A dangerous key that could set off a chain reaction. Will Cora move past old town rivalries and the dangerous spark she feels with Rhys to solve the mystery that has haunted her for five years? It's her final summer to find the answers. A summer to remember. Cover designed by Ria Amelia
Fraternizing with the Enemy by hyrule
hyrule
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(alternatively called: slow burn, second-hand embarrassment, and shenanigans) A girl made up of short fuses, clumsy feet and copious amounts of sarcasm has to team up with her irritatingly obnoxious neighbour in the name of love (also known as raging teenage hormones). Because in the grand scheme of things, what's a little deal with the devil? (Spoiler Alert: absolute chaos.) cover by xdemonsflowerx
Meant for Me | ✔️ by tayxwriter
tayxwriter
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Addie May knows loss like no one else and when she has nothing left for her in Beverly Hills, she flees to Texas where she meets Zac Ryan, the one man who might change it all. But Texas holds more than just the potential for romance. It holds part of her past, a new beginning and perhaps, it might just be meant for her. "Can I offer you something to wear to bed?" His tone was low and quiet. "A t-shirt?" "That would be great actually," I said, steadying my uneven breath. His eyes dropped to my shoulder where the strap of my dress had fallen again. I felt his fingertips on my skin as he lifted it and slid it back into place. "No problem," he murmured, his lips barely parting to let the words out. "Wouldn't want to wrinkle this beautiful dress." ©️