writing Ava Cole

writing Ava Cole

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Ava Cole was a dreamer. Ava Cole loved laughter, daisies and starry nights. Ava Cole could time travel. all it took was a stormy night at her trusty typewriter for Ava to realise that she could travel back in time, and while writing a letter to her imaginary confidant, she is instantly transported, only to find that her imaginary friend is real.. but how can you maintain a relationship in a town unknown to the world outside and when the love of your life is from another century? is Ava just a string of handwritten letters and lost time? ( I promise not to make this a cliche)
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Ava DeMarc believes in luck, so purely it would seem she's obsessed. But really, all she wants is a small omen to help her through. She's been an alcoholic since before she could legally drink, which leaves her with a slew of one night stands and sadness. Ava seems so put together, though, that no one could ever assume she had any issues besides what to wear in the morning. They're all innocent bystanders. Sam Deign is an innocent bystander. The moment he sees Ava, he is sure he wants her. He's never seen someone so kind, so friendly, and he automatically turns up the charm. But he has no idea what a mess he's jumping into. •<>•<>•<>•<>•<>• Excerpt- Truthfully, I'd love to give Sam a chance. He seems so genuine, it really hurts to turn him down on the bumpy coast of a dirty subway. But, honestly, how can I devote myself to someone when I don't even care for who I am? How can I love another without loving the person inside me first? I can't. "Sorry, Sam. I'm going to have to pass." He just grins like he won't take no for an answer, settling into the seat beside me. I enunciate my words. "I said pass. Like, a hard pass." His eyes twinkle in uncovered amusement, and when he opens his mouth, I know it's far from over.

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