Sex And Candy ( 18+ )

Sex And Candy ( 18+ )

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~ My insides were on fire and Daniel was the match, setting me alight. ~ When seventeen year old Candy goes to a party with her best friend she never expected the outcome. She is a good girl with good grades and an almost perfect life but on that night everything changes. It is here that she meets Daniel. He is older, dangerous and obsessed with her. At first she is terrified but then her fear changes into intrigue and soon she finds herself in a world she never imagined entering. A dangerous world filled with wild parties, drugs, violence, lust and sinful pleasures.
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FINISHED AND COMPLEATED Santa Carla is a city that devours the lost-a place where neon and ocean fog hide monsters with fanged grins and leather jackets. Innocence here isn't just prey; it's bait. She's nineteen, a psychology student fleeing a suffocatingly religious home, more at ease with books and girls than the chaos of boys. She's awkward and anxious, hiding her curves and wild red hair beneath baggy hoodies, a sweet soul with a stubborn streak. She's never had a boyfriend-never wanted one. Boys are loud, brash, dangerous. She's always kept her distance. But Santa Carla has other appetites. And so does he. David is every warning ever whispered at Sunday school: platinum hair, leather and smoke, a villain's eyes and a devil's smile. He's everything she fears: When their worlds collide-her stumbling, blushing, apologizing; him amused, predatory, intrigued by a girl who should know better-the night itself sharpens its teeth. There's something in her that calls to David, a purity he aches to corrupt, a sweetness he aches to taste. In Santa Carla, desire is deadly and monsters always find their prey. Some call it the murder capital of the world. Here, even the sweetest blood can drive a vampire mad.

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