Mr. Right

Mr. Right

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Meet Vanilla Honey Lemon Strawberry Rickstone, your classic believer in fairytales. A believer in leprechauns, unicorns, mermaids and trolls. She even believes in "forever" when she finds her MR. Right. Everyone knows there is no such thing as 'forever.' But no one can stop Vanilla from believing there is. Senior year came in and she is now positive that she'll finally meet the man of her dreams, her Mr. Right, the perfect man. A man who would pick her up when she's down, tie up her shoe-laces for her, love her, care for her, a man who is smart, devilishly good looking, kind, and should possibly have a halo on his head and invisible wings on his back. Then you throw in Anthony Theodore Black, "Tony" to his friends, and "human pig" for Vanilla. He is everything that Vanilla ISN'T looking for, a man-whore, a player, your classic bad boy, and Vanilla's Mr. WRONG. Mr. Wrong + a loser = DISASTER BUT, could Mr. Wrong be Vanilla's Mr. Right?
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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