Do. Not. Open.

Do. Not. Open.

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'Do. Not. Open' -Tells the story of a book that fell into the wrong hands, of a love that went unknown, and of a love that was found. Guy finds book. He sees his name in book. Within the time-frame of a mere two days his life is changed, but he's not the only one. Is it fate or some twisted form of chance? He becomes intrigued and engross to discover more. Learns about the girl in the book from her own telling's. It's too personal. He decides to find her and return it. But there's no name tag or written indication of who the book belongs to. He must read her private memoirs and use the clues within the damaged pages to find her and maybe even save her life in the process, while discovering his own. This is ' Do. Not. Open.'- So what will you do? Will YOU open?
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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