Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit

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The girl from the broken family - that's what everyone knows her as. She's the most gorgeous girl on campus: long golden hair, big blue eyes, and a smile that could soften the coldest heart. Everyone either wants to be her... or be with her. Loraine is sweet. Loraine is cute. No one could possibly hate her, right? And no one did. Why would they? She might not be the smartest, but she's kind to everyone - always offering gummy bears from the bag she carries around like a lifeline. She chats with strangers like they're old friends, and in every hallway, she leaves behind the scent of vanilla and safety. But that changes. College starts. She walks into her English class, notebook in hand, smile in place- And freezes. Because sitting at the desk, waiting to take roll, is the one person who knows the truth. The truth about her past. The truth about the girl she used to be, before the accident.
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My whole life is 'have to.' I have to work full-time to pay the bills and keep food on the table. I have to finish college for a chance at a better job, no matter how long it takes. I have to manage my mom's sobriety so I can keep her out of jail. I have to keep a smile on my face, so no one knows how hard it's been. Now, I have to ignore the curious feelings that flutter in my chest whenever my devastatingly handsome new English professor, Fitzwilliam Benedict, is nearby. Of course, that's kind of impossible because I have to face his storm-tossed eyes and broad shoulders in class every other evening if I want to graduate with my perfect grade-point intact. And it's getting harder to ignore the way his thoughtful gaze sees all the way down to the truth I don't want anyone to know. Our kismet connection is a major complication that could torpedo everything I've worked for...Or this could be the most valuable lesson, ever. 📚🎓 Just a heads up that this isn't fully edited (yet), so you may notice typos or spelling errors! I'm doing my bets (I hope at least some of you got that joke!!) to correct as I go...but you know how it goes, when you get on a roll you sometimes miss things 🙃

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