The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Author Novels & Stories

Acknowledgement In March 2023, this year, I got diagnosed with ADHD and autism. I love to grin and tell people that I’m not only neurodivergent but I’m super neurodivergent! I knew in the back of my mind while writing Tempting Teacher and Bossy Bodyguard that Summer was a neurodivergent and has ADHD. I’ll take a minute because I wanted to share something.

If I was given work to do, as long as I got it done, how I got it done was none of anybody else's business. I had already had enough of the workaholic life in my past. I didn't have the energy to keep trying to change the lives of two other people by warming them up. Moreover, this character had only been mentioned once or twice in the novel, and I had absolutely no idea what her personality was like. As expected, Austin saw right through me just a few days after I recovered from giving birth. I threw caution to the wind and laid out all my cards on the table, coming clean and telling him the truth. Then, I began indulging in the pleasures of life.

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

Chapter I: Dominate the Floor June, Japan Ren liked to think adulting is nothing but becoming boring and uneventful. He always watched their neighborhood. Every day, a bakery near their house would open at exactly 6o'clock in the morning; the newspaper every day would be dropped by 7AM by a young man on a bicycle; the man who lived at their house would leave at quarter to 8, always in a hurry. When the sun rose completely, everyone was up and began their brunch routine. It was fascinating at first, how these people do their work cooperatively and skillfully. It was fascinating until it became dull and repetitive. Ren stopped getting up to watch them silly.

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

She must have fallen asleep sitting up, leaning over and resting her arms and head on the marble railing. It was already mid-morning, and people streamed through the park. One lady, with her young daughter, walked by and gave her a strange look. She pulled her daughter close as they passed. Caitlin sat up straighter, and looked around. A few people stared at her, and she wondered what they must have thought. She looked down at her dirty clothes. They were covered in grime. At this point, she didn’t really care. She just wanted to get out this city, this place which she associated with everything going wrong.