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I'm the girl who believes life is better with sprinkles. Equal parts hot-chocolate-lover, daydreamer, and book-devourer, I write with a heart full of wonder and a head bursting with stories. I'm on a mission to explore the wild, weird, and wonderful corners of the human mind where creativity has no rules and feelings actually matter. Whether curled up with a novel or scribbling out a new scene at 2AM, I live for the moments that sparkle with meaning, laughter, and just the right amount of chaos. I'm here to remind you: be adorable, be a little weird, and never stop imagining what is possible.

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Some journeys begin with a vision. Hers began with a fall.

By day, she's just a high school girl—prepping for prom, dodging hallway queens, and nursing a quiet crush.

By night, she's haunted by visions of death, ancient magic, and a boy she's never met.

Then a portal tears open between worlds—and that boy falls into her life. Chained. Wounded. And carrying the key to a war she didn't know existed.

Now, shadows are creeping into both realms, and she's caught in the middle. As fear and doubt threaten to consume her, love becomes a weapon—and betrayal could cost everything.

To save two worlds, she'll have to stop running from who she is—and rise as the hero no one saw coming.

Into the Darkness is a gripping YA fantasy about inner strength, magical destiny, and the fire that's born when you choose to believe in yourself—even when no one else does.

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Some journeys begin with a vision. Others with a fall. Hers began with both.

By day, she's just a high school girl preparing for prom, navigating friendship, crushes, and cruel hallway queens. By night, she's haunted by visions—of death, ancient powers, and a boy she's never met. But everything changes when a portal opens between worlds, bringing that boy crashing into her life—chained, broken, but holding the key to a war she never knew existed.

As shadows stretch between realms, she must confront the darkness within herself: fear, doubt, heartbreak. Love becomes a battlefield, and betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. To save both worlds, she'll have to rise—not just as a hero, but as a young woman discovering her strength, her voice, and her worth.

Into the Darkness is a gripping tale of self-discovery, magical destiny, and the fire that's born when you believe in yourself—even when the world doesn't.

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Skyla wasn't supposed to survive the accident — or wake up in a stranger's house thousands of miles from home.

Born with Cerebral Palsy and forged in determination, she fought to become an elite runner. But one fall on her favorite hill leads to a collision with a mysterious man named Ford — a former undercover cop on the run from enemies who would kill to silence him.

Stolen across state lines, forced into hiding, and thrown into a world of danger and desire, Skyla must decide whether Ford is her captor... or her only safe place.

As bullets fly, secrets unravel, and hearts collide, Skyla faces the ultimate question: Can you choose love when everything else has been taken from you?

\"My Ford\" is a romantic survival thriller about pain, power, and learning to trust even when everything else is broken.

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Skyla wasn't supposed to survive the accident — or wake up in a stranger's house thousands of miles from home.

Stolen across state lines, forced into hiding, and thrown into a world of danger and desire, Skyla must decide whether Ford is her captor... or her only safe place.

As bullets fly, secrets unravel, and hearts collide, Skyla faces the ultimate question: Can you choose love when everything else has been taken from you?

\"My Ford\" is a romantic survival thriller about pain, power, and learning to trust even when everything else is broken.

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A runaway bridesmaid. A predator groom. A jungle of bones.

Elizabeth never meant to crash the wedding—or expose the groom's darkest secret. Branded a liar and cast out, she flees into the jungle with nothing but a torn dress and a will to survive.

But the wild has teeth.

What she discovers beneath the canopy is older than myths, darker than the groom's lies, and far more dangerous. To make it out alive, Elizabeth will have to become something she never imagined: a warrior.

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A runaway bridesmaid. A predator groom. A jungle of bones.

Elizabeth never meant to crash the wedding—or expose the groom's darkest secret. Branded a liar and cast out, she flees into the jungle with nothing but a torn dress and a will to survive.

But the wild has teeth.

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It was the day of the big hill race at school. The sun peeked through the trees as the kids lined up at the top of the grassy hill, ready to

run. My heart was thumping so fast, it felt like a drum in my chest. \"Ready, set, go!\" shouted the teacher, and like a rocket, I zoomed

down the hill. My legs moved faster than I could think—zoom, zip, zap! I didn't stop to look back, not even once.

As I reached the bottom, I looked around. I had finished way before everyone else. Some kids were gasping, holding their knees.

Others sat on the grass, catching their breath. I was still bouncing with energy. \"Why is everyone so tired?\" I asked, confused. My

arms waved like noodles as I danced around.

\"That's your superpower,\" my teacher said with a smile. \"Your extra energy helped you win the race!\" My eyes lit up. A superpower?

I had never thought of it like that before. All I knew was I could never sit still—and now it was being called something cool.

Later that day, I told my mom about the race. She hugged me and whispered, \"Your energy is part of your magic. It makes you unique,

just like a superhero.\" I beamed. Maybe my wiggles and fidgets weren't just problems. Maybe they were part of something wonderful.

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It was the day of the big hill race at school. The sun peeked through the trees as the kids lined up at the top of the grassy hill, ready to

run. My heart was thumping so fast, it felt like a drum in my chest. \"Ready, set, go!\" shouted the teacher, and like a rocket, I zoomed

down the hill. My legs moved faster than I could think—zoom, zip, zap! I didn't stop to look back, not even once.

As I reached the bottom, I looked around. I had finished way before everyone else. Some kids were gasping, holding their knees.

Others sat on the grass, catching their breath. I was still bouncing with energy. \"Why is everyone so tired?\" I asked, confused. My

arms waved like noodles as I danced around.

\"That's your superpower,\" my teacher said with a smile. \"Your extra energy helped you win the race!\" My eyes lit up. A superpower?

I had never thought of it like that before. All I knew was I could never sit still—and now it was being called something cool.

Later that day, I told my mom about the race. She hugged me and whispered, \"Your energy is part of your magic. It makes you unique,

just like a superhero.\" I beamed. Maybe my wiggles and fidgets weren't just problems. Maybe they were part of something wonderful.

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Maggie Cole never wanted to be the chosen one. She just wanted to finish high school without falling apart. But everything changes the day she gets lost on a routine track run—and stumbles into a forest that doesn't follow the rules. Wolves with red eyes stalk her. A mansion with impossible doors offers her shelter. And a scarred, secretive prince claims she's the key to breaking a centuries-old curse.

Maggie doesn't believe in fate. She barely believes in herself. But in a world where magic is deadly and trust even more so, she'll have to choose: cling to the broken pieces of her old life—or step into the power she never asked for.

Because the deeper she goes, the more she realizes: the real monster might be the one inside her.

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Because the deeper she goes, the more she realizes: the real monster might be the one inside her.

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Dear Skye\" is more than a letter — it's a soft revolution.

In a world that tells women to be everything — beautiful, successful, nurturing, ambitious, quiet, strong — all at once, this book is a gentle voice reminding you that you are already enough.

Written as a series of honest, vulnerable letters from a 25-year-old woman to her younger self, each chapter carries the weight of lessons learned, the strength of survival, and the grace of growing into your own light. From overcoming heartbreak and building independence, to chasing dreams, setting boundaries, and learning how to truly love yourself — this is the story of becoming whole.

Whether you're finding your way, healing from the past, or just trying to breathe through the pressure, these letters will hold space for you. Because self-love isn't always loud — sometimes, it's a quiet walk at sunset, a solo picnic, or whispering, \"I'm proud of you,\" when no one else does.

This is for every girl who needed a reminder —

You're allowed to be soft.

You're allowed to start over.

You are already worthy.

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Dear Skye\" is more than a letter — it's a soft revolution.

In a world that tells women to be everything — beautiful, successful, nurturing, ambitious, quiet, strong — all at once, this book is a gentle voice reminding you that you are already enough.

This is for every girl who needed a reminder —

You're allowed to be soft.

You're allowed to start over.

You are already worthy.

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A love story built on trauma, trust, and the sharp edge between healing and breaking.

Amanda doesn't drink. Doesn't party. Doesn't take risks.

She's a special education teacher from Southern California who finds comfort in cocoa, quiet routines, and stories that stay safely on the page. Her last relationship? Ended when she realized she couldn't save someone who didn't want to be saved.

Then came K.

A Montana-born bull rider with a brutal past and a body still recovering from crushed bones and hard landings. Two years sober, K is holding himself together with long shifts, volunteer rescues, and the fear of what might happen if he slows down.

They meet online—an unlikely match brought together by something unspoken.

And what begins as careful, cautious connection sparks into something deeper. Something dangerous.

A failed rescue call.

A friend's warning.

A letter by the door that was never supposed to be read.

As K signs up for ski patrol to stay clean through winter and Amanda struggles with the ghosts of her past, she begins to wonder if she's just another checkpoint on his road to redemption.

Can love survive when one heart still runs hot and the other is trying not to shatter?

Because the distance between fire and snow isn't just physical—

It's the line between hope and collapse. And someone's about to slip.

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A love story built on trauma, trust, and the sharp edge between healing and breaking.

Amanda doesn't drink. Doesn't party. Doesn't take risks. She's a special education teacher from Southern California who finds comfort in cocoa, quiet routines, and stories that stay safely on the page. Her last relationship? Ended when she realized she couldn't save someone who didn't want to be saved.

Then came K.

They meet online—an unlikely match brought together by something unspoken.

And what begins as careful, cautious connection sparks into something deeper. Something dangerous.

A failed rescue call.

A friend's warning.

A letter by the door that was never supposed to be read.

As K signs up for ski patrol to stay clean through winter and Amanda struggles with the ghosts of her past, she begins to wonder if she's just another checkpoint on his road to redemption.

Can love survive when one heart still runs hot and the other is trying not to shatter?

Because the distance between fire and snow isn't just physical—

It's the line between hope and collapse. And someone's about to slip.

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I came to Montana for love.

What I found was something wilder—and far more honest.

When a city-raised woman follows her boyfriend to the wide, unpredictable landscapes of Montana, she expects a change of pace. What she doesn't expect is to feel like a ghost in someone else's hometown. The air is sharper. The people speak in coded silences. And under that vast, broken sky, nothing—not even love—feels certain.

In Land of the Broken Sky, poetic prose and raw storytelling come together in a memoir about trying to belong in a place that seems determined to challenge everything you thought you knew about yourself. Between shotgun gloveboxes, pot farms disguised as businesses, and cowboy boots that can't quite outrun doubt, this is a story about what happens when love meets land—and the two ask you to change.

This is not your typical romance.

It's a deeply felt, sharply observed journey through unfamiliar territory: emotional, physical, and spiritual. A memoir for anyone who's ever felt like an outsider—or stood in the middle of something beautiful, wondering if it could ever truly be home.

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I came to Montana for love.

What I found was something wilder—and far more honest.

This is not your typical romance.

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It started with a text:

\"Hey! Can you help with a party? Nothing crazy. Just 150 guests. $15K budget. Love you ðŸ¥°\"

She said yes.

She had no idea.

By the time the flowers arrived half-dead, the planner ghosted, and the guest list doubled after the invitations went out, she wasn't \"helping\" anymore — she was running the whole damn thing.

In one weekend of chaos, glitter, sweat, and emotional damage, she becomes the florist, the photographer, the decorator, the therapist, the unpaid assistant, and maybe... the person who finally sees the truth:

âœ¨ The planner isn't planning.

âœ¨ The friend isn't helping.

âœ¨ The romance isn't Pinterest-perfect — but it might be something real.

âœ¨ And the only reason this party isn't in flames... is her.

This Is Gonna Be So Fun is a sharp, hilarious, emotionally explosive novel about what happens when you say yes to helping — and end up drowning in someone else's dream.

It's a story of quiet rage, unexpected tenderness, and duct-taping a falling-apart fantasy with nothing but willpower and wine.

If you've ever smiled while screaming inside — this book sees you.

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It started with a text:

\"Hey! Can you help with a party? Nothing crazy. Just 150 guests. $15K budget. Love you.\"

She said yes.

She had no idea.

By the time the flowers arrived half-dead, the planner ghosted, and the guest list doubled after the invitations went out, she wasn't \"helping\" anymore — she was running the whole damn thing.

The planner isn't planning.

The friend isn't helping.

The romance isn't Pinterest-perfect — but it might be something real.

And the only reason this party isn't in flames... is her.

This Is Gonna Be So Fun is a sharp, hilarious, emotionally explosive novel about what happens when you say yes to helping — and end up drowning in someone else's dream.

It's a story of quiet rage, unexpected tenderness, and duct-taping a falling-apart fantasy with nothing but willpower and wine.

If you've ever smiled while screaming inside — this book sees you.

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Whispers Beneath the Sierra Sky

A Historical Coming-of-Age Tale Set During the Gold Rush Era

In the heart of the Sierra Nevada wilderness, a young girl is lost — not only in the forest, but between two worlds. Rescued and raised by a Native woman who names her Little Fire, she grows up learning the rhythms of the land, the quiet wisdom of tradition, and the fierce loyalty of a people not her own. But when the outside world creeps closer — bringing the chaos of the Gold Rush, greed, and a stranger with kind eyes — Little Fire must face the painful truth: she doesn't fully belong to either world.

Set against the raw beauty and brutal change of 19th-century California, this fictional story delicately honors the spirit of Native cultures without naming or portraying any specific tribe. Instead, it weaves a respectful, imagined narrative that reflects the era's challenges — displacement, survival, cultural collision — while telling one girl's personal journey of identity, love, and the search for home.

For readers who cherish emotional coming-of-age tales, slow-burn romance, and historical fiction with heart, Whispers Beneath the Sierra Sky is a lyrical and unforgettable ride.

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Whispers Beneath the Sierra Sky

A Historical Coming-of-Age Tale Set During the Gold Rush Era

For readers who cherish emotional coming-of-age tales, slow-burn romance, and historical fiction with heart, Whispers Beneath the Sierra Sky is a lyrical and unforgettable ride.

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I wasn't running away from my life.

I was just... booking a flight before I exploded.

I was a burnt-out teacher who'd just survived my first year in the classroom, clinging to iced coffee and daydreams. So I did something bold: I planned a ten-day trip to Spain with my best friend. One backpack, zero language skills, and a budget so tight I packed granola bars in my carry-on.

What was supposed to be a cute little vacation turned into a full-on rom-com meets identity crisis:

â˜€ï¸� I got lost in a hedge maze.

ðŸŒ§ï¸� Walked through a thunderstorm like I was in a movie.

ðŸ’¸ Forgot to check if my credit card even worked abroad.

ðŸ¦‹ Had a butterfly give me an existential hug.

ðŸ˜· And yes... I came home with COVID.

This isn't a travel guide.

It's a real girl's guide to falling in love with the chaos—and maybe yourself along the way.

If you've ever wanted to get on a plane, ditch the script, and figure out what the hell you're doing with your life (while eating tapas and trying not to cry on the metro)—this book is for you.

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I wasn't running away from my life.

I was just... booking a flight before I exploded.

What was supposed to be a cute little vacation turned into a full-on rom-com meets identity crisis:

â˜€ï¸� I got lost in a hedge maze.

ðŸŒ§ï¸� Walked through a thunderstorm like I was in a movie.

ðŸ’¸ Forgot to check if my credit card even worked abroad.

ðŸ¦‹ Had a butterfly give me an existential hug.

ðŸ˜· And yes... I came home with COVID.

This isn't a travel guide.

It's a real girl's guide to falling in love with the chaos—and maybe yourself along the way.

If you've ever wanted to get on a plane, ditch the script, and figure out what the hell you're doing with your life (while eating tapas and trying not to cry on the metro)—this book is for you.

","0x49330cca1b0907a63fe4d98b27155f21c7f104c7",{"_190":28,"_191":28,"_192":28,"_194":22,"_195":28,"_196":28},"June, 30 2025 00:33:11",{"_109":48,"_110":41,"_111":22,"_112":113,"_114":22,"_115":37,"_116":117,"_118":410,"_120":411,"_122":412,"_124":22,"_125":28,"_126":28,"_127":413,"_36":414,"_130":52,"_131":28,"_132":133,"_134":58,"_135":415,"_137":416},"CURWZALMV"," \n

Some stories don't end. They just wait for the next reader.

When a spontaneous snorkeling trip starts with a Groupon and ends with a riptide rescue, things already feel surreal. But nothing prepares them for what's buried beneath La Jolla Cove — a cave that shifts time, distorts reality, and remembers everyone who enters.

As the mist creeps in and the ocean begins to whisper, a couple on the edge of emotional distance is pulled into a cycle of love, loss, and memory — haunted by shadows that wear their faces and truths they buried long ago.

Terrifying, tender, and twisted in all the right ways, The Mist is a genre-bending journey through romance, folklore, and psychological horror — where the only way to escape is to face what scares you most: each other.

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Some stories don't end. They just wait for the next reader.

","0x0e3e1e00ba8a407c611932efba430f8cbf342f95",{"_190":28,"_191":28,"_192":28,"_194":22,"_195":28,"_196":28},"The Mist ","June, 30 2025 18:44:24",{"_109":48,"_110":41,"_111":22,"_112":113,"_114":22,"_115":37,"_116":117,"_118":430,"_120":431,"_122":432,"_124":22,"_125":28,"_126":28,"_127":433,"_36":434,"_130":52,"_131":28,"_132":133,"_134":58,"_135":435,"_137":436},"CURWDYZ2W"," \n

An eerie tale of legacy, love, and the haunting weight of inheritance.

When eighteen-year-old Aria leaves behind the fast-paced city life for a summer in the remote woods of Northern California, she expects peace, healing, and maybe a little clarity before college. Instead, she inherits a creaking mansion from a father she never knew—and a secret that was never meant to be uncovered.

The house is beautiful. Too beautiful. Preserved like a museum. Hidden among its rooms are hundreds of porcelain dolls, each meticulously cared for... and watching. At first, it's little things. Moved objects. A song that plays on its own. A swing that creaks with no wind. But the deeper Aria explores, the more the house awakens—and so does something ancient, dark, and disturbingly familiar.

A local boy named Jude might be her only lifeline. He knows more than he says. And when an antique appraiser named Mrs. Calloway begins asking too many questions, the house responds with violence.

Caught between a curse woven through generations and a legacy she never asked for, Aria must choose: escape and forget everything—or stay, and become something... more than human.

But in Ashthorne Hollow, nothing stays buried. And some dolls were never meant to be found.

And the story doesn't end here.

Aria's journey continues in the chilling sequel, The Porcelain Veil—where deeper secrets surface, darker forces rise, and the price of legacy becomes even more terrifying.

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An eerie tale of legacy, love, and the haunting weight of inheritance.

A local boy named Jude might be her only lifeline. He knows more than he says. And when an antique appraiser named Mrs. Calloway begins asking too many questions, the house responds with violence.

Caught between a curse woven through generations and a legacy she never asked for, Aria must choose: escape and forget everything—or stay, and become something... more than human.

But in Ashthorne Hollow, nothing stays buried. And some dolls were never meant to be found.

","0x36be41472621673854bed1cb4e64e9e01b94b24e",{"_190":447,"_191":448,"_192":144,"_194":449,"_195":16,"_196":72},153,4.15,"The book contains some explicit and dark themes with potentially disturbing supernatural elements, hence it is rated moderately spicy.","The Dolls of Ashthorne Hollow","July, 03 2025 01:08:50",{"_109":48,"_110":41,"_111":22,"_112":113,"_114":22,"_115":37,"_116":117,"_118":453,"_120":454,"_122":455,"_124":22,"_125":28,"_126":28,"_127":456,"_36":457,"_130":52,"_131":28,"_132":133,"_134":58,"_135":458,"_137":459},"CUR0Y2DQ0"," \n

Some houses don't just haunt. They remember.

When Aria returns to the crumbling ancestral estate after decades of silence, she expects nothing more than dust and ghosts of her childhood. But the house is waiting. Watching. And it wants her back.

In every room, a version of her lurks — painted in portraits she never posed for, dressed in gowns she's never worn. A porcelain doll stares from the nursery, its cracked face too familiar. And behind it all, a whispering legacy of women who vanished... and returned as something else.

Eliah says they made a promise long ago. Jude begs her to run before the house takes her too. But when the walls begin to breathe and her mother reappears — unchanged, unaging, and not entirely human — Aria must choose: become part of the legacy, or destroy it forever.

But in this house, nothing breaks without bleeding.

And some veils were never meant to be lifted.

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Some houses don't just haunt. They remember.

But in this house, nothing breaks without bleeding.

And some veils were never meant to be lifted.

","0x1776a940f806463043040861d5932bec400dc6e3",{"_190":28,"_191":28,"_192":28,"_194":22,"_195":28,"_196":28},"The Porcelain Veil (Book 2)","July, 03 2025 01:18:58",{"_109":48,"_110":41,"_111":22,"_112":113,"_114":22,"_115":37,"_116":117,"_118":473,"_120":474,"_122":475,"_124":22,"_125":28,"_126":28,"_127":476,"_36":477,"_130":52,"_131":28,"_132":133,"_134":58,"_135":478,"_137":479},"CURVQ1B4W"," \n

A novel about trying, tripping, and finding what sticks.

Lily doesn't know what her hobby is.

She's tried karate (nope), watercolor (meh), skiing (ouch), and even surfing (stingray incident—don't ask). Everyone around her seems to have their thing — but Lily just has a growing list titled:

\"Hobbies That Will Fix Me.\"

Newly on summer break from teaching and grappling with ADHD, loneliness, and a tendency to fall (both literally and metaphorically), Lily sets out to \"find her passion\" the way the internet told her to. Instead, she finds spilled paint, a few public disasters, a pottery wheel she can't control, and a very calm, slightly mysterious guy named Ben who keeps showing up at all the wrong-right moments.

What begins as a search for something she's \"supposed\" to be good at slowly turns into something else entirely — moments that don't need to be perfect, just true. From hiking fails to open mic nights to gummy worm confessions and curtain-hanging chaos with her single mom, Lily begins to understand: maybe the point isn't fixing herself. Maybe the point is just showing up.

Warm, witty, and wildly relatable, this novel is for anyone who's ever felt like they should've figured it all out by now — but hasn't. And for those of us learning that the mess, the laughter, the small attempts — are the best parts of the story.

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A novel about trying, tripping, and finding what sticks.

Lily doesn't know what her hobby is.

\"Hobbies That Will Fix Me.\"

","0xd696c2d9a861601db9a0a2b87683481a832c8e4a",{"_190":28,"_191":28,"_192":72,"_194":490,"_195":6,"_196":28},"The book is likely a young adult romance focusing on emotional and interpersonal relationships with minimal explicit content.","July, 04 2025 14:25:07",{"_109":48,"_110":41,"_111":22,"_112":113,"_114":22,"_115":37,"_116":117,"_118":493,"_120":494,"_122":495,"_124":22,"_125":28,"_126":28,"_127":496,"_36":497,"_130":52,"_131":28,"_132":133,"_134":58,"_135":498,"_137":499},"CURW1Y4L0"," \n

She has 26 timers on her phone.

A heart that runs faster than her thoughts.

And a brand new life she's building from the messy middle.

Talia just hit her one-year anniversary of living alone — financially independent, thriving(ish), and completely overwhelmed. Between her job as a special ed teacher, trying to run again after injury, managing ADHD, and navigating the emotional rollercoaster of solo living in your 20s, she's juggling everything... and dropping a few things too.

But when a cozy cafe called Backstreet — complete with banana cream pie, mismatched chairs, and a guy named Dev who keeps showing up at the exact right time — enters her world, something starts to shift.

With the help of a quirky girl gang she meets through a friendship app, a million sticky notes, and a whole lot of internal chaos, Talia begins to learn the difference between loneliness and aloneness, perfection and peace, and that maybe the life she's been trying to organize doesn't need to be \"fixed\" — it just needs to be loved.

Funny, honest, and heart-bursting, this is a story for every overthinker, every ADHD soul trying to find their rhythm, and every woman learning that being \"too much\" is never too much for the right people.

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She has 26 timers on her phone.

A heart that runs faster than her thoughts.

And a brand new life she's building from the messy middle.

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This book is for you.

The one who watches other people's lives play out in highlight reels and wonders if yours is too quiet, too late, too solo.

The one who packed her suitcase with equal parts fear and freedom.

The one who hasn't figured it all out — but is still going.

This isn't a story about escape. It's about remembering.

About dipping your feet into foreign rivers and realizing they knew your name long before you did.

It's about walking through centuries-old streets and feeling your own pulse for the first time in a while.

It's about being 26 and single and not sorry. About being soft without being small.

If you've ever needed permission to live out loud — even if only for yourself — this is it.

The water remembers.

So will you.

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This book is for you.

The one who watches other people's lives play out in highlight reels and wonders if yours is too quiet, too late, too solo.

The one who packed her suitcase with equal parts fear and freedom.

The one who hasn't figured it all out — but is still going.

This isn't a story about escape. It's about remembering.

About dipping your feet into foreign rivers and realizing they knew your name long before you did.

It's about walking through centuries-old streets and feeling your own pulse for the first time in a while.

It's about being 26 and single and not sorry. About being soft without being small.

If you've ever needed permission to live out loud — even if only for yourself — this is it.

The water remembers.

So will you.

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She thought love meant moving in together. Sharing a lease. Getting the ring.

But what if love was something quieter—like staying in her own apartment, building her own career, and learning how to stop waiting for someone else to decide she was worth choosing?

In If He's Not the One, I Still Am, one woman in her late twenties shares the soft, messy, and beautifully unfinished story of loving a man who says he misses her cuddles, but isn't sure he's ready for the next step. She doesn't leave him—but she does stop chasing him. What follows is a year of real-world lessons: balancing adult love with adulting, creating financial independence, facing long commutes and quiet doubt, and finally realizing that not knowing the future doesn't mean you can't feel secure in the present.

This is not a guidebook.

It's not a breakup story.

It's a love letter to the in-between—the space where a woman learns she doesn't need to move in with someone to feel at home.

For anyone who has ever been in love while still becoming themselves, this book is a reminder:

He doesn't have to be the one.

You already are.

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She thought love meant moving in together. Sharing a lease. Getting the ring.

But what if love was something quieter—like staying in her own apartment, building her own career, and learning how to stop waiting for someone else to decide she was worth choosing?

This is not a guidebook.

It's not a breakup story.

It's a love letter to the in-between—the space where a woman learns she doesn't need to move in with someone to feel at home.

For anyone who has ever been in love while still becoming themselves, this book is a reminder:

He doesn't have to be the one.

You already are.

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A Journey of Healing, ADHD, and Becoming My Own Home

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A Journey of Healing, ADHD, and Becoming My Own Home

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I didn't know that saying yes to donating blood — just to get a little Amazon gift card — would turn into all of this.

I didn't know the nurse helping me that day would become someone I'd stretch beside in a dance class, laugh with in a dark gym movie room, or quietly show up for on random Monday mornings when we both could've easily slept in.

I didn't know that something so small could turn into something so real. That one text could lead to weeks of movement, music, laughter, and friendship — even the soft, unspoken kind.

What started as a spontaneous \"sure, why not\" became a quiet ritual — not every day, not perfect, not planned — but meaningful. And isn't that what life is about? Finding joy in the in-between. Finding connection when you least expect it. Showing up, even when it's awkward. Even when it's new.

We danced (badly). We tried classes we didn't understand.

We forgot routines, fumbled through steps, and still kept going.

There was no big resolution, no dramatic ending — just a feeling that this mattered. That I was changed in some small way because of it. And that's enough.

Maybe it was just a summer thing.

Maybe we'll drift apart with time.

Or maybe we'll text each other next week, still curious to try that one random class.

But whether it continues or not, this little story reminded me of something I'd forgotten:

Connection doesn't have to be lifelong to be life-giving.

Sometimes, the best things come from the smallest yes.

A new class. A quiet smile. A friend you didn't know you needed.

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I didn't know that saying yes to donating blood — just to get a little Amazon gift card — would turn into all of this.

I didn't know that something so small could turn into something so real. That one text could lead to weeks of movement, music, laughter, and friendship — even the soft, unspoken kind.

We danced (badly). We tried classes we didn't understand.

We forgot routines, fumbled through steps, and still kept going.

There was no big resolution, no dramatic ending — just a feeling that this mattered. That I was changed in some small way because of it. And that's enough.

Maybe it was just a summer thing.

Maybe we'll drift apart with time.

Or maybe we'll text each other next week, still curious to try that one random class.

But whether it continues or not, this little story reminded me of something I'd forgotten:

Connection doesn't have to be lifelong to be life-giving.

Sometimes, the best things come from the smallest yes.

A new class. A quiet smile. A friend you didn't know you needed.

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In a world of awkward encounters, spilled coffee, and unexpected messes, she's learning that love isn't about fairy tale endings or perfect kisses — it's about showing up, being real, and finding someone who embraces all the chaos that comes with it. Between cringe-worthy moments, funny mishaps, and heartwarming surprises, this story captures the messy, beautiful journey of two imperfect people trying to figure out if they're meant to be — one awkward, genuine step at a time.

Full of honesty, humor, and those \"wait, that actually happened?!\" moments, it's a reminder that love doesn't have to be perfect to be powerful — sometimes, the messiest stories are the most worth telling.

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Not Breaking Up, Just Barking\" is a deeply honest, hilariously vulnerable love story about a woman trying to hold space for her boyfriend's sobriety, her own emotional needs, and a very clingy dog named Lulu. From long drives with tear-streaked cheeks to laughing on the floor over cereal in mugs, this story explores the messy in-between — where love isn't perfect, but it's worth it.

If you've ever given your heart to someone and wondered if it was enough, this story is for you. Come for the heartbreak, stay for the healing — and the humor.

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\"Not Breaking Up, Just Barking\" is a deeply honest, hilariously vulnerable love story about a woman trying to hold space for her boyfriend's sobriety, her own emotional needs, and a very clingy dog named Lulu. From long drives with tear-streaked cheeks to laughing on the floor over cereal in mugs, this story explores the messy in-between — where love isn't perfect, but it's worth it.

If you've ever given your heart to someone and wondered if it was enough, this story is for you. Come for the heartbreak, stay for the healing — and the humor.

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Lina has always been a whirlwind — quirky, dorky, and gloriously unpredictable thanks to her ADHD. She trips over invisible things, talks in rapid-fire bursts, and can't eat anything without getting ranch all over her face. Her life has been a patchwork of awkward friendships and misunderstood moments, but that only makes her real, messy, and utterly lovable.

Caught in a complicated triangle between Micah — the edgy, sensitive bad boy who's learning to love the chaos he once feared — and Ash — the sweet, steady guy who's discovering the beauty in unpredictability — Lina navigates the dizzying dance of love and self-discovery.

As tensions rise and hearts clash, each of them learns that love isn't about changing someone to fit your idea of perfection. It's about embracing the whole, messy person — ranch stains, random thoughts, and all. Through laughter, fights, accidental kisses in the rain, and heartfelt confessions, Lina and the guys find that real love is beautifully imperfect, chaotic, and full of surprising magic.

This is a story about finding yourself by loving others, the courage to be unapologetically you, and the messy, wonderful journey that love really is.

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This is a story about finding yourself by loving others, the courage to be unapologetically you, and the messy, wonderful journey that love really is.

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This is the story of what it means to grieve someone while still loving them. Of moving in and watching the cracks grow louder. Of being the one who held on too long, and then the one who let go. From the silent heartbreak of stonewalling to the relief of breaking free—this is a raw, honest story of leaving love, finding yourself, and learning to choose someone because you want them, not because you need them.

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For one sun-soaked summer, she wasn't just a teacher on break—she was a mermaid.

With a tail made of turquoise, sequins, and magic, and a braid that once opened a portal to an underwater kingdom, she finds herself swimming in more than just saltwater. As she glides through shimmering pools at SeaWorld, her hair curling from chlorine and her skin kissed golden by the sun, she begins to rediscover something she almost forgot: herself.

But summer is temporary. And as September nears, so does the return to her real-world job—teaching high school special ed, navigating chaos, comfort, hormones, hugs, and heartbreak.

In this soft, magical, and deeply personal story, the line between fantasy and reality fades, reminding us that maybe the real magic isn't in underwater kingdoms... but in learning how to keep swimming when no one sees the waves.

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For one sun-soaked summer, she wasn't just a teacher on break—she was a mermaid.

But summer is temporary. And as September nears, so does the return to her real-world job—teaching high school special ed, navigating chaos, comfort, hormones, hugs, and heartbreak.

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Solo Travel, Self-Discovery, and the Beauty of Italy

She dreamed of exploring Italy with the people she loved — but when they didn't show up, she went anyway. From navigating Rome's winding streets alone to marveling at the Leaning Tower of Pisa, wandering colorful Venetian islands, and soaking in Milan's vibrant energy, she discovered more than just stunning views.

This trip wasn't just about places — it was about courage, growth, and learning to find peace within herself. Sometimes, the journey we think we'll take with others becomes the journey we need to take alone.

Here's to the strength it takes to say yes to yourself.

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Solo Travel, Self-Discovery, and the Beauty of Italy

Here's to the strength it takes to say yes to yourself.

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Everyone thought she was attacked by a shark.

She says it saved her.

This short story will challenge how you see fear, truth, and the quiet intelligence that lives in the deep.

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Everyone thought she was attacked by a shark.

She says it saved her.

This short story will challenge how you see fear, truth, and the quiet intelligence that lives in the deep.

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