Everything Included
  • LETTURE 10,748
  • Voti 1,392
  • Parti 59
  • Tempo 7h 36m
  • LETTURE 10,748
  • Voti 1,392
  • Parti 59
  • Tempo 7h 36m
Completa, pubblicata il ott 18, 2016
Peneloper Auttsley was the odd duck of Potter Oaks, until a seventeen year old moved in to the house on Mire Hill. His love of Phil Collins and cow-shaped creamers threw her small town into chaos. But when Peneloper starts to focus more on him than her pirate fantasy and beloved Captain Stormholden, will love bloom for her? And what of Peneloper's best friend, Chantham? Will he allow her love to bloom? Or does he hide a crush as well as a few secrets behind his oceanic blue eyes? This is an adventure of the most grand design; everything included.
      
      ©OctaviaLocke 2016

Cover made by @brookemcx.
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