Hurricane
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"They tell me I should be afraid of you." "You should listen to them, Sweetheart." "Why?" He comes up right in front of me, bending down so his face is directly in front of mine, his minty breath tickling my lips. "Because, Princess, I will destroy you in the most beautiful and excruciatingly heartbreaking way possible, and when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people." ******** After losing her parents and baby brother in a tragic plane crash, Elliot McCants spirals into a deep hole of sorrow, bitterness, and anger. Wanting the best for her, her older brothers send her off to a prestigious academy in St. Augustine, Florida. Within her first five minutes of arriving, she meets her stubborn, mysterious roommate, Ezra Taylor; though he's painfully handsome and seems to live a perfect life, he carries baggage no one knows about. Will Elliot and Ezra be able to heal each other, and along the way, fall in love? Or will their past get in the way, and ruin them even more?
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