AUTHOR'S CHOICE

AUTHOR'S CHOICE

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If he could dream at all, there wasn't a shadow of doubt in his mind he'd dream of her. And if he still believed in hope, he knew he'd wish for her. But for now, he merely yearned for her. Scolded himself for how he treated her, and praised her for her understanding, the level of maturity she'd obtained at such a young age, and her endless efforts to keep him sane. The tiny twitch of his lips hadn't gone unnoticed by the naked eye; he knew, as well as she, that she'd succeeded. And he owed it, as cliche as it seemed, to the one that got away. Still, he suspected, if ever he'd be fortunate enough to meet her again, he'd merely walk past, mold into whatever crowd happened to emerge, and get out of her life. She'd stay pure, if he kept his disease at arms length. He was Jason Taylor, the one and only, a walking-talking curse. Of course, that never stopped her before. [Book one. Sequel coming Soon:3]
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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