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Saving Sawyer
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Ongoing, First published Jan 08, 2017
Mature
There are twenty-four hours in a day, meaning everyone has twenty-four hours to change their minds, change their destiny, change their lives. What if one day you woke up and realized you only had one chance, you only had twenty-four hours to do what you wished you had done before? To check off the boxes on your bucket list? 

Sawyer Jacobs grew up thinking she had 24 hours left to live. With the home she grew up in, the lived she ended up living. She always thought about when her last breath would be. As she grew up her thoughts about her death began to change as she no longer felt scared, felt in danger. 
Jaxon Storm worked in a difficult business, always on the run or in hiding. One night he finds himself helping someone he didn't even know. Later, he realizes it's up to him to save her.
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