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Sarah did as told, with a suspicious frown. “Now imagine the cliff at Gold Lotus Resort… Imagine you standing at the edge, facing sun” the warmth of evening sun-glazed their skin and she nodded yes, drifting into another dimension. “Do you remember the cold breeze?” her brown locks swayed to the breeze, playing with them. “Do you remember the chilling waterfall?” she nodded again “Do you remember the buck and his mate?” a warm smile bloomed on her lips.

Jake better have answers—because I might not make it to him in one piece. “Look who it is,” Merissa drawled, her voice sugar-coated poison. “Summer Sunshine. The quirky little bitch of Saunterville High.” “What are the odds of seeing her this fine morning, Merry?” Maxine said. She half turned to Merissa. “Probably promising an ugly day, don’t you think?” Merissa chuckeled. I didn’t have time for this, so I didn’t respond. I just gripped the handlebars tighter and kept riding.

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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

A calm voice came from above, "They're cherry blossoms." I froze and slowly lifted my head, only to meet Calvin's smiling eyes. The scent of oud wood mixed with alcohol lingered in the cool night air. This was strange. I hadn't drunk anything. Yet, I felt as if I were intoxicated. I couldn't remember how many years it had been since I last felt my heart stir like this. For adults, a flutter of the heart was rarer than diamonds. When it happened, it was like winning the lottery. An occurrence like this was pure luck.

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]

still smiling like I’m high on his scent, my body still humming with aftershocks, my wrecked cunt full of him. I've been claimed so thoroughly and I've satisfied my Alpha Daddy in Rut. What better way is there to start the year?

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I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

Her mother kissed Sira's forehead and whispered, "Sleep well, sweetheart. Sweet dreams." Sira fell asleep with a smile on her face, and this time, the dreams that came were not nightmares. She dreamed of playing in a garden full of sunshine, blooming flowers, and high-flying swings. The man in the black robe was no longer there, replaced by a sense of security and happiness that she created herself.