Smelling Roses

Smelling Roses

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 9, 2014
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Fiction
Romance
"I believe that we each have our own infinity." "And—God—every time I kissed her I could feel them collide." ...................................................................Rowan Collins is a dreamer.A real dreamer not the things on social networking sites.Unaccepted by society,his parents,even his only sibling.Rowan has no where to turn to but to the stars.Those that either loved him or cursed him; stars were him and he knew that we all were stars and infinities completing constellations sometimes others sometimes our own.So he wished to meet one such as himself.The final star in his constellation. . Anabeth Summers was a book.She didn't often read books because she watched them.She liked to watch people and see not a face or faces but pages,some blank,some filled,some ripped even a little torn but all books the same.She wanted to meet her missing page. A Mr.Darcy if you will. Read how you put together a dreamer and a book and get something—the best kind of thing.
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Completed book on Kindle Unlimited or buy on Amazon for $2.99 USD • • • K-I-S-S-I-N-G First comes love, Then comes marriage, Then comes a baby sitting in a carriage! You know the rhyme, right? That's how it goes, but we all know life is a difficult motherfucker. Rose Sterling, despite her delicate name, is anything but delicate. She either never learned that rhyme, or fate decided to throw her a curveball. After all, it was only supposed to be a one-night stand. . • * • . After a night of dancing and drinking, Rose wakes up sprawled on the bed of a Greek god with abs to die for. She's scantily clad in only a thin white sheet. Deciding to skip the awkward morning-after, she flees, using the sheet as a makeshift shield to hold onto what's left of her dignity. She never planned to see the Greek god who took her to new heights again. Unless fate decides to play a role, and trust me, fate knows how to play. *cliche stuff ahead, proceed with caution* *trigger warnings. Book contains talk of sexual encounters, swear words and miscarriage. Please read at own risk.*

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