Burlesque

Burlesque

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BURLESQUE Nine boys... try living with nine striking hormonal teenage boys for the summer... three... months... It was all a mistake for Jamie Fredrickson, maybe if she would've been more careful, none of this would've happened. There's always two sides to a person. Their good side and their bad. Jamie's momma always told her that your good side is where your Angels lay, but your bad side is where the demons come out to play. In Jamie's perspective, why would she want her Angels to lay when her demons could play? During the day, she's Jamie Fredrickson but at night she's Alexandra Peterson, a burlesque dancer. This has been her dirty little secret and she's been able to keep it a secret ever since she started, but what would happen in nine very hormonal teenage boys found out about her dirty little secret? She only has one choice that'll keep her out of trouble: •Live with them for the summer and be their "entertainer"• Copyright©2015
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I came to Seafall Lodge to escape. From my past. From him. From the version of myself I swore I'd never become again. But then he happened. Jax Monroe is everything I promised myself I wouldn't touch-tattoos, trouble, and a smile that makes girls ruin their reputations. We're nothing alike. I'm trying to rebuild. He's trying to survive. We were never supposed to meet. We were definitely never supposed to share a room. And yet every night, we fall asleep on opposite sides of the bed. Until his hand finds mine. Until his lips find my skin. Until his side becomes the only place I feel safe-even when everything about him is a warning. This summer was supposed to be a clean break. But the deeper I fall, the more I realize: some boys don't just take your heart. They take your bed. And if you're not careful... they take you with them.

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