That Devastating Kiss
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I Don't Do Dangerous Smart, über-careful, ordinary Evelynn – that’s me. But I just couldn’t pass up a surprise kiss from my number-one unattainable crush. A kiss that did something to me – something strange. Now I feel hungry all the time, but not for food. It’s like part of me is missing – and I don’t know if I can get it back. Then there’s Harry. At first I thought he was just a street kid, but the secrets he’s keeping are as intense as his unearthly green eyes. If he’s what I think he is, he may be the only one who can help me. But something terrifying is closing in, and the one chance Harry and I have to stop it means losing everything I ever wanted and embracing the darkness inside me.
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