Mastering the Art Form of Being Single

Mastering the Art Form of Being Single

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"Is it me or do I just repel the male population or something?" "Do I spew this aroma that stops anything with a penis to come near me?" "Am I my own personal cock blocker without even trying?" "IMA GINGER! THAT'S WHY?" In a sarcastic witty tale of a young woman fresh out of college entering the real world, wondering why she never has been noticed by the other sex? Or even been in a relationship? This is a journey of mishaps and undyingly awkward in counters of one of the very few have mastered the art form of being single... Could this master of this art form master the art form of love or mastering one art form is enough? ::::Cover by BesTJones::::
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Book #4 in the "Bloodlines & Ashes" series (Can be read as a standalone) I had a plan: Go to college, have lots of sex, and eventually become a doctor. Simple, right? Yeah, well, that was the idea until a family secret came out and flipped my whole world upside down. Fast forward to an accident and a kidney transplant later; I'm left wondering who the hell I even am anymore. That's when she came tumbling into my life. A red-haired stranger on the hospital rooftop, barging into my existential crisis, dragging me-literally-away from the edge. (For the record, I wasn't going to jump. Probably.) She's beautiful, fiery, and...insanely frustrating. She refused to tell me her name, declared my parents must be gay, and walked away like she didn't just turn my entire world upside down. Sounds like the start of a great love story, doesn't it? Here's the problem: she doesn't think so. She's immune to my charm, dismisses me as some campus jock, and seems entirely uninterested in giving me the time of day. Naturally, her rejection only makes me more determined to prove her wrong. Enter the deal: tutoring sessions, gingerbread lattes, and endless chances to show her that I'm more than just a guy with good hair and charm. Her story? I need to know it.
 Her trust? I'll earn it. But the closer I get, the more I realize I'm in way over my head. Because, like they say, too much ginger can give you heartburn-and my heart? It's already hanging by a thread.

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