Seeking Haven // s.m.

Seeking Haven // s.m.

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Shawn Mendes
Exploring the diary of her recently deceased sister pushes her to strive for life on the edge, but she is overwhelmed by all that comes along with it-- such as a love that renders dangerous consequences. *** "He is not looking for just you, or for just Haven, but he is seeking the character in both of you that drives him to fall madly in love." Based off of the novel "Saving Zöe" by Alyson Nöel All right reserved // ©shawnscookiee
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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