Lost
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Last published Thu, Sep 24, 2015
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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