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In corso, pubblicata il lug 15, 2015
Trying to Escape her haunted past with blurry memories , Aria Diana Renée moves from her cottage in the countryside in Ottawa to a mysterious place in England to start a fresh start with her mother , trying to forget their previous life . 
Aria finds that she crosses paths with a certain green eyed boy named Brandon Edwards . Brandon found something intriguing about Aria and was pulled towards her in way that he can't describe . She's different somehow . As there lives entwined , Aria finds out things about herself and her shaky past that she never knew that would pound her broken soul and destroy the life she thought she knew and loved . 


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