My Crazy Love-Drugged Summer

My Crazy Love-Drugged Summer

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Despite the fact that he’s named after it, Summer Cofelt hasn’t had a good summer on record. So far, this year is no exception. Though summer has barely even started, he’s already managed to be grounded for life, ruining his plans of chasing after hot girls and showing off his abs down at the pool…just kidding. More like playing video games and ignoring the female species all together. But after being shipped down to his father’s in Florida – a punishment that includes no TV, and nothing better to do than to venture out of the house – things change. When stumbling into the tent of a gypsy, he expects nothing more than a fake crystal ball, and some over dramatic fortune telling. But instead, she mixes up one of her most popular potions, and with a small drop of cupid’s blood, Summer’s whole summer is changed. Once, it would have taken a miracle to turn Summer Cofelt into a chick magnet. Now, it’ll only take a pinch of magic.
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