Lost
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A boy opened the door, my knees wobbled, then sagged. My heart began to flutter, I actually felt my self salivating, as if I'd just laid eyes on a delicious desert. And in a way I had. This boy was unforgettable. Oh he was lovely. Brown hair, artfully spiked around his beautiful face, green, almost grey eyes and those two deep dimples on either side of his cheeks. It was as if Brad Pitt just opened this huge white cold door. Ivy Taylor was a girl who lost her mum at the age of fourteen. When her so-called dad re marries and goes on his honeymoon, she is forced to stay at her dads friends house. Her dads friend has a son. He's a jerk. A very hot jerk. Join Ivy, on her journey to start a new life without her mother. Read Lost. A book with love, hate and humour.
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When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛

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