Dark Heart
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To my ARC team, you still rock, you still don’t get to leave. Deal with it.
To my beta readers, you may be a small team – but you are mighty! Jane and Paige thank you for suggesting that Aaron’s story should be told next. Your continued support and encouragement mean a lot.
Renee, you’ve been absolutely incredible. For everything you have done, including reading chapters as soon as I send them, taking early lunches because I genuinely couldn’t sleep as I just wrote my first sex scene and you knew I was freaking out, so you went to read it to make sure it wasn’t lame, and also so I would go to bed. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve talked a lot! You are truly an amazing friend.
Finally, always last but never least, my dear sweet man. I love you always. None of this is possible without you because you’re my coffee supplier – I joke (I don’t – it’s totally true – he feeds me caffeine). Thank you for being you, I really can’t do any of this without you.
Arielle Miller has had a bad year, she’s lost more than any 18 year old should. Now she’s starting over, new state, new city, new life. She’s attending college, getting her degree and maybe, just maybe, starting to heal.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t meant for her.
Colton Dawson shouldn’t look at her the way he does, shouldn’t make her feel the way he does and yet he’s holding back, keeping her at a distance.
Can she cope with being so near to Colton, but not being with him, or will this time mean losing everything……….losing him?
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Eve L Mitchell lives in the North East of Scotland, in the UK. She writes under a pen name, because otherwise her Secret Agent status will be revoked. Eve has dreamed of being an author ever since she learnt to read and is now finally stepping towards that dream. Vast amounts of coffee and sarcasm fuel Eve into being one of those irritating people who have the insane belief that the glass is always half full (unless it’s empty, which means there is no coffee); the sun will still be shining tomorrow (unless the apocalypse happens and then there is no coffee), and is known to reply to any woes with: ”Well, it could be worse…” (because there really could be no coffee).
Eve is also prone to bursting into loud bouts of off-key singing. Much to the joy of all around her.
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