Scarred
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 16, 2023
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Hamilton
The night her mother was murdered, sixteen-year-old Evangeline McAdams was left for dead. But fate had other plans. Broken and scarred, she's desperate to escape her past. With the help of Detective David Sieger, Evangeline leaves everything behind in Boston, including her name. Now living in the small, Eastern Washington town of Fox Lake, as Evan Marx, she tries to live the life her mother always wanted for her. Adjusting to being Evan hasn't been without its challenges, but it is easier than she thought. She's formed friendships that Evangeline never had time for, but as Evan, she relies on. And finding love? It never crossed her mind. But, when she finds herself falling for the brooding Casen Daughtry, she embraces the safety of the free fall that his arms offer. Will she be able to hang on to the family, friends, and love she's found, or will she run from her past again? "After All, we all have scars; some are just easier to hide than others. But those we keep hidden never heal, so show them to the world... because your scars are beautiful." *TRIGGER WARNING* contains adult language, alcohol use, detailed depictions of violence, sexual situations. And natural disasters! Read at your own risk! Rankings: # 17 teenlife # 20 startingover #22 survivor
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