Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover

Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover

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Sick of girls in teen fictions who turn to mush around bad boys? Who seem to have no spine, no taste and no self control when it comes to bad boys? Sara Michael is what you've been waiting for! For those who say "Love is a roller-coaster ride"; Correction: "Sara Michael is THE roller-coaster ride". For three boys, being as sexy as demigods justified messing around with any girl in school. They've slept with girls, placed bets on their virginity, been as*holes in general and just as unthinkingly placed a bet on Sara. What they do not know is that they are about to learn a lesson for life. Once you're on this ride you cannot get off. You don't know when it'll stop and if you puke, you puke all over yourself. Joy, isn't it? Cover made by the extremely talented Stace150159.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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