Don't Look Back
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Hattie has always been known for her good grades, good looks--and her mom's curfew.
When Hattie gets an offer to be in her school's annual "swap" she quickly accepts.
A chance to start over. Where she isn't the goodie-goodie she was known for at school. A chance to start over.
Hattie didn't have a great childhood. She was scared to leave her own room. Scared of her own family. She now has trust issues.
But when she meets Jonah, that changes. From the day she meets him, she feels she can trust him.
Jonah is a bad boy. He parties all day. Has tattoos, piercings, and bad friends.
Jonah also has a dark past. One event ruined his whole life. He feels responsible for the death of his sister.
Hattie makes him feel like he can start over. Like he is getting a second chance. And he wants to do everything he can to protect her from her demons.
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