Pools of honey

Pools of honey

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Since primary school, Dean Singer and his ugly group of friends has been bullying the shy, nerdy Gracie Cooper. Every day she came home crying, locking herself in her bedroom for twelve years straight. Her mom didn't care enough to stand up for her at school, she was way too busy hooking up with strange men after her dad left her for another woman. So basically Gracie has been all alone, and couldn't wait to leave for college in Scotland when she turned eighteen. In her second year of university, she needs to find an internship at a publishing house, only to find Dean working there being her boss...
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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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