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WpMetadataReadConcluída ter, abr 11, 20179h 58m
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Life has been pretty normal for Malia Reid for the past two years. She gets good grades, has nice friends, and most importantly: she stays out of trouble. Enter new boy Will Memory, who personifies trouble. He's an infamous bad boy and rebel, known to many as 'Maverick'. Will and Malia have met before, when they were both serving time in a juvenile correctional facility, a part of her life her new friends know nothing about. The problem is, Will doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut and somehow Malia is going to have to persuade him to keep her secret. Malia is not the girl she seems and only Will is able to detect this. She hides a traumatic past which threatens her present life, looming over her like a dark rain cloud. The question is, why does Will Memory feel such a strong desire to protect her? *** Top 15 in Teen Fiction Completed
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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