Jenna's Book Pick Novels & Stories

Instead, she steps back and gives me a chance to show my fans appreciation. Once we make it past the crowd, we quickly make our way to the bookstore. Doubt tries to creep into my mind as I lead Jena to the door of the bookstore, but I keep walking, telling myself that she wrote a book to me first and this will just be slightly more public than the privacy she probably wanted with the book. It doesn’t take Jena long to spot the display, and she stops dead in her tracks. For a moment she just looks at the book that is displayed in the center of the store, looking proud in the bright orange cover with an image of a couple on the cover, the town we met in, in the background. Clean Air is the nam

At least what Clara called home. "Ooh, maybe I'm back as Jenna and I'm out of town with Damon", I whispered into the air, the thought of it being possibly true leaving a wide smile on my lips. "But why would Damon leave me a pain relief pill and also type a letter instead of writing. I looked around for anything that looked like mine. Phone...bags... luggages. But there was none. Just an empty big room dominated by a massive bookcase filled with leather-bound volumes. The aesthetics were a perfect, unnerving blend of masculine and feminine, giving away no secrets about its owner.