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by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

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Bailey Morgan isn't the type of girl who shows a lot of skin, but somehow, she ends up in a dressing room at the mall with her friend Delia applying a temporary tattoo to her lower back. Never one to suffer fashion doubt, trendsetter Delia knows exactly where she wants her own tattoo: on her stomach, right where her shirt ends—can you say


Bailey Morgan isn't the type of girl who shows a lot of skin, but somehow, she ends up in a dressing room at the mall with her friend Delia applying a temporary tattoo to her lower back. Never one to suffer fashion doubt, trendsetter Delia knows exactly where she wants her own tattoo: on her stomach, right where her shirt ends—can you say "midriff"? Annabelle, the quiet one, chooses the back of her neck, and tomboy Zo plasters hers on the top of her foot. The tattoos will last for three days, and Delia's sure that with them, the four friends will absolutely kill at the school dance.

Unfortunately, killing is just what someone has in mind, and Bailey, Delia, Annabelle, and Zo are in for the battle of their lives. Along with her tattoo, each girl receives a gift—a supernatural power to help them in their fight. As Bailey's increasingly frightening dreams reveal the nature of their enemy, it becomes clear to the girls that it's up to them to save the world. And if they can get Delia to stop using her newfound power to turn gum wrappers into Prada pumps, they might actually stand a chance.

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Publishers Weekly

Barnes's (Golden) book about four friends who get special powers from their temporary tattoos has some fun moments, despite the far-out premise. Even 15-year-old narrator Bailey acknowledges the surreal situation when she considers explaining what's going on to her mother: "An evil fairy princess who doubles as one of the three Fates is sucking out the souls of innocent people, and my friends and I have been imbued with the powers to stop her, but we only have the powers for like another twelve hours." But readers learn enough about the protagonist to believe that she could be a descendent of the powerful Sidhe, and the girls cleverly put to use their powers (Annabelle can control minds, Zo can see the future and Bailey can start fires). The book's best moments may come from ditzy Delia, with the power of transmogrification, who turns a hotel door lock into butterscotch pudding, plus gives the girls Rollerblades when they're on the chase, including a fashionable pair for herself that look like high heels. Delia also delivers the book's best line when facing off against evil Alecca: "You think you're bad?... I'm on the cheerleading squad; I know what realevil looks like." In the end, readers will get a few good laughs from these sassy heroines. Ages 12-up. (Jan.)

Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
KLIATT - Claire Rosser
Like Barnes's Golden, Tattoo is about seemingly normal teenagers who are part of "regular" teenage life. Bailey, Delia, Annabelle, and Zo are close friends who get temporary tattoos as part of their preparation for the upcoming school dance. Soon they possess extraordinary powers—and they are drawn into a battle that may destroy them and the world as they know it. Ancient beings converse in Bailey's head and they are arguing among themselves (like Greek gods in mythology), seeking to increase their own powers by stealing energy from human beings. The plot is complicated; the girls seem authentic. It's a bit strange shifting from mythic language to mall speak, but I don't think YA readers will have a problem with that. Barnes is a recent graduate of Yale and her smart contributions to YA literature are most welcome.
Children's Literature - Heidi Hauser Green
Four best friends at a mall: Bailey, Delia, Annabelle, and Zo. Shopping, primarily, for outfits to wear to the upcoming school dance, they stop at an odd little kiosk where each girl selects something unique. Delia gets a black metal choker, Annabelle a dark silver barrette, Zo a puple crystal, and Bailey a set of temporary tattoos. Soon, the girls are in a dressing room, applying the strange emblems to their skin. Very quickly, Bailey realizes these are not ordinary tattoos. She is hearing voices. She is blacking out. And did she really just start that fire? Before too long, each of the girls recognizes a special ability. Their abilities seem to have a purpose, but what is it? Bailey seems to be the key, and she does not like what she is realizing. Someone has death in mind. Someone wants them dead; someone wants to annihilate the planet. They have just three days to figure out what's going on and stop it—or it will not matter that their tattoos are temporary, because no one will be around to see them. Jennifer Lynn Barnes' novel is a quickly-paced blend of Heroes and Cosmopolitan. Readers will enjoy the quick repartee between these devoted friends and are sure to appreciate some clever twists at the story's end.
VOYA - Sarah Squires
In yet another tale of four teenaged girls, Bailey, Zo, Annabelle, and Delia spend their time shopping at the mall, flirting with boys, and not much else. When the girls buy a set of temporary tattoos, however, something mysterious happens when they place them on their bodies. Bailey gets the gift of fire, Annabelle can suddenly read and control minds, Delia can change objects into anything she wants, and Zo has premonition. The supernatural powers are temporary, and the girls have three days to battle Alecca, the evil fairy princess who wants to destroy humans for no reason and completely kill everyone at the school dance on Monday. Because of her ancient bloodline of the Sidhe, Bailey discovers that she is descended from the Three Fates, and after Alecca is destroyed, Bailey retains her tattoo and absorbs Alecca's mystical powers. The cover will sell this book-a lifted shirt showing the title of the book tattooed on a young lady's lower back. This reviewer is unimpressed with the characterization, plot, and the stale dialogue however. The characters are difficult to know and like. There were several situations in the novel that did not integrate into the plot. This book, however, will satisfy the needs of fans of girl-power fantasies.
School Library Journal

Gr 6 Up
Teenaged Bailey Morgan and her three best friends impulsively buy swirly shaped temporary tattoos to complement their outfits for the upcoming school dance. Suddenly, Bailey hears voices that say, "She comes. To fight, to live, she comes." Soon the girls discover that the tattoos have given them supernatural gifts: Bailey can start fires with her thoughts, Annabelle can read minds, Delia has the power to transmogrify objects, and Zo has premonitions. Bailey's dreams reveal that the voices in her head are from two ancient fairy warriors who are variations of the mythological Fates who control the thread of life of mortals and immortals. Adea and her sister Alecca both fell in love with Valgius, and when he rejected her for Adea, Alecca vowed to destroy the couple. She then began to gain power from young humans by giving them a vision of their secret desires, wrapping a web around them, and then pulling the life from their bodies. Zo's premonitions show that Alecca is planning to kill many students at the dance. Bailey discovers that she's one of a long line of humans who have been chosen to maintain the balance between both worlds. This chick-lit fantasy, similar to though not as dark as Neal Shusterman's fairy-tale retellings, is a fast-paced, fun read for Buffy and Charmed fans.
—Sharon RawlinsCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
Just like any other Friday night, close friends Bailey, Delia, Zo and Annabelle are hanging out at the mall, but when the girls apply temporary tattoos of strange symbols, the evening quickly becomes anything but ordinary. The tattoos give each teen a supernatural power, ranging from transmogrification to pyrokinesis. Although initially psyched with their powers, which they humorously put to use, the girls quickly realize, by way of Bailey's ability to channel mysterious voices and visions, that they have become entangled in a dangerous struggle between three ancient fairies who threaten civilization. The girls slowly uncover the well-developed fairy world, which closely mirrors the myth of the Three Fates, through the Internet and the help of a linguist, adding a realistic dimension to the plot. While Bailey's character is in a state of realistic development and flux, her three friends are tightly typecast as the brain, the flirt and the tomboy, which makes for predictable actions and dialogue. Fantastical, but with a reality check. (Fiction. YA)

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Chapter 1

"Passion Purple, Fruity Fuchsia, Playful Pink." Delia Cameron smiled as she came to the rose-colored nail polish. According to Delia, pink was the new pink. She'd tried to explain it to me once in terms of the color orange, but fashion wasn't really my forte, and I was pretty sure I had completely missed the point. At the age of fifteen, I more or less had to face the fact that, unlike my best friend–Delia Cameron, fashion goddess–there was a distinct chance that I didn't actually have a forte.

"Divine Yellow," Delia continued, picking up the next nail polish container on the shelf and examining it like a detective looking for clues in a case of paramount importance.

Beside me, Annabelle grinned wryly, and the half smile softened her typically solemn features. To the outside world, Annabelle Porter was an almost alien creature: quiet and shy, too serious for her own good, and too smart for anyone else's. Once upon a time (in the seventh grade), she'd seemed that way to me, too, but now–three years, two hundred and six sleepovers, thirteen embarrassing karaoke nights I'm sure we'd all rather forget, and an unofficial initiation into our tight little group later, I knew Annabelle well enough to know that the crooked half smile was some kind of commentary on Delia's nail polish manifesto.

I grinned at Annabelle, and she bit back a bigger smile. We'd both been in this exact position many, many times before.

Blissfully unaware (or maybe deliberately ignoring) the silent exchange between the two of us, Delia picked up another bottle of polish and became instantly and absolutely entranced by it. "Mango Mermaid," she breathed in the reverent tone most people reserved for the birth of their first child.

"Mango Mermaid?" the fourth member of our group asked, her voice low, dry, and incredulous. She looked at me. "Mango Mermaid," she repeated flatly, shooting me a tortured look.

I patted her consolingly on the shoulder. Poor Zo. Shopping with Delia took a certain kind of endurance, and Zo Porter, Annabelle's cousin and more or less my other half for practically as long as either of us could remember, didn't have it.

"Yes," Delia replied, rolling her eyes at Zo. "Mango Mermaid. Just look at the shimmer and composition. It's perfect."

"We've found the perfect nail polish," Zo said, her voice still completely flat. "Hurrah." With a tiny, almost pixie-like build, blond hair, and baby blue eyes, Zo didn't exactly look like your typical tomboy, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was anti-girly and had been even before the day her mother had dropped five-year-old Zo off at my house for playgroup, left the state, and never looked back.

Delia, the Mango Mermaid polish held safely in her left hand, tucked a strand of chestnut brown hair behind her ear with her right. In typical Delia fashion, she was completely unaffected by Zo's scorn for all things feminine. "Says the girl wearing her brother's sweatshirt," Delia said, eyeing Zo's gray sweats disapprovingly.

"I don't have a brother," Zo said immediately.

Delia arched one eyebrow. "Oh," she said with a look of faux surprise. "My mistake."

Annabelle watched the repartee between her cousin and Delia and then tilted her head to the side. "Did you hear that?" she asked me.

"What?" I asked. I saw the twinkle in her eye a moment too late.

"That," she said, her voice as soft and serious as always, "was the sound of civility flying out the window."

Zo, Delia, and I had been best friends for as long as any of us could remember. The two of them liked to pretend that they just tolerated each other for my sake, but in reality, arguing was practically an Olympic sport with those two, and there was no one Delia would rather argue with than Zo. I, for one, wasn't fooled by their little act, and civility comments aside, neither was Annabelle.

"Food court?" I suggested out loud, knowing that there were exactly two reasons Zo put up with our Friday afternoon mall trips. The first was because the rest of us liked the mall, and tough-girl act aside, there wasn't anything short of breast implants that Zo wouldn't have done for the rest of us. The second, more compelling reason Zo tolerated our weekly mall trips was the triple chili-cheese dog, bacon cheeseburger, and chocolate milkshake she ate every time we went to the food court.

"It's about time," Zo said, making a big show of grumbling. Still, she picked up a second Mango Mermaid polish and tossed it underhand to Delia. "I'm starving," she said by way of explanation, "and these are buy-one-get-one-free."

Wisely, Annabelle, Delia, and I said nothing about the fact that Zo had eaten right before we left. Her endless appetite and teeny tiny body size were almost as much of a mystery to me as Delia's innate understanding of all things fashion and the fact that Annabelle could say more with a single look than I could with an entire sentence.

With a toss of her hair, Delia flounced off to buy the Mango Mermaid polish, and five minutes later, the four of us stepped out of the store and into the the open expanse of the mall.

"You know what I love about the mall?" Delia asked, her voice bright.

"The sales?" I asked.

"Your father's credit card?" Annabelle asked with another Annabelle half grin.

"The torture?" Zo hadn't quite given up playing the shopping martyr.

"No, no, and don't kid yourself," Delia said, responding to us in order. "The smell."

I sniffed the air cautiously while Zo and Annabelle, for once in their lives on the same page, shared a look of confusion.

"I don't smell anything," I said. I paused for a moment, wondering if I should even go there. "What does it smell like?" I swiftly maneuvered around a cart selling neon cell-phone accessories as I spoke. Unfortunately, I was maneuvering a little too swiftly and ended up running face-first into the next cart. For a split second, I fought to keep my balance. I lost, and crashed to the floor with the grace of an overweight elephant.

"Now that ain't pretty," Zo said before dispensing what passed in her mind as helpful advice. "Lift foot, then shift weight, Bay."

"I didn't trip," I replied, narrowing my eyes at her. "I ran into–"

"Possibilities," Delia interjected happily.

"Huh?" She'd lost me with that comment.

"I smell possibilities," Delia said, stepping over me to get to the booth. "The mall is filled with possibilities. Take these earrings, for example."

Zo groaned loudly. "Hungry," she reminded us.

Delia waved the complaint aside with a delicate flick of her right hand.

Not wanting to get caught in the middle of their weekly mall showdown, I started to stand up, and as I did, I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me to my feet.

"Thanks," I said, dusting myself off and turning around. "I . . ."

As soon as I saw his eyes, my mouth stopped functioning, which was a good thing, because my brain had clicked off a microsecond before.

Kane Lawson, eye candy. King of eye candy. God of eye candy.

"Thanks," I said, forcing myself to form a decipherable word while my mind froze from cuteness overload. Emergency, emergency, I thought. Must form coherent sentence.

"What are you boys doing here?" Delia asked, never at a loss for words, especially around members of the opposite sex.

Boys as in plural? I wondered at her words and looked past Kane to see two of his friends. It was like eye candy, supersized.

"Just hanging out," Kane said, his hand still on mine. "You okay?"

No, I wanted to reply. Put me in ICU, fatal embarrassment ward.

"I'm . . ." I searched for the right word, my brain being difficult.

"Fine?" Zo prodded.

"That," I said weakly. For good measure, I nodded vigorously, as if that was somehow going to make me appear like less of a total and complete idiot.

Unlike Delia, who had a new crush every week, I'd had exactly two in my entire lifetime. The first had been a deep and undying love for the boy with curly brown hair in my kindergarten class. The second was Kane.

"You're Hayley, right?" Kane asked me, filling the silence. "I think you're in my geometry class."

"Bailey," I corrected him, my name getting caught in my throat. "And it's world history."

He nodded and smiled. Oh, the smile.

Delia began chatting up the guy on the left while the guy to Kane's right raked his eyes up and down, first over Annabelle's body and then over Zo's. Apparently, even in her sweats, she was more appealing than I was. Story of my life.

"Hey, buddy," Zo said, her voice casual yet deadly. "Eyes on face."

Annabelle stifled a laugh, and I groaned inwardly. Zo had no tact and even less impulse control, and despite the fact that she wasn't an inch over five feet tall, the look she was giving the guy to my right had me convinced that if he didn't manage to drag his eyes away from the perfect figure hidden under her sweat suit, he'd find himself in a world of pain within the next thirty seconds.

"Bailey," Kane said again, repeating my name and drawing my attention away from Zo. I looked over at him, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Finally, he nodded at me and smiled. "See you around."

I nodded dumbly, a smile plastered on my face. Kane Lawson would see me around.

The guys took off, and the moment they were out of earshot, Delia squealed. "What did he say?" she asked.

"See you around," I said. He'd now officially said over a hundred words to me. It had taken five years to get there, but I was finally in the triple digits.

Delia pondered my words. "Was it 'I'll see you around' or 'see you around' or 'see ya around'?" she asked seriously.

"That matters?" I asked.

Delia nodded. "When it comes to guys," she said, "everything matters."

"Everything matters," a musical voice repeated. I turned and found myself staring into eyes so blue it almost hurt to look at them. "Can I help you girls with anything?" the woman asked, gesturing toward the booth.

Zo glanced at Delia and then back at the saleswoman. "Don't encourage her," she said flatly.

I looked at the woman, unable to turn my gaze from her eyes, all thoughts of Kane exiting my mind as I stared into them.

"I need something cutting-edge that will flatter a retrochic red-carpet look," Delia said.

Zo fought a smile and shrugged at the saleswoman. "I told you not to encourage her."

The woman clicked her tongue and murmured quietly as she pulled open a drawer on top of the booth. "Try this," she suggested, handing Delia a black metal choker with a small white bow in the middle. "It's retro and cutting."

She turned her attention to Zo. "And for you," she said.

Zo held up one hand in protest. "Oh no," she said. "I'm not interested. I don't do accessories."

The woman ignored her and held out a small, deep purple crystal on an almost invisible gold chain. It swung back and forth in front of Zo's face, and despite herself, Zo was captivated.

Watching the crystal, I felt my mind drifting off, and I could practically hear the woman going all "you're getting sleepy, verrrrryyyy sleepy" on me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"And for you," the saleswoman continued, turning to Annabelle as she placed the crystal firmly in Zo's callused hand. "You're not going to argue with me like this one?" she asked, nodding her head toward Zo.

"Zo and I are very different," Annabelle, queen of the understatement, said evenly.
Zo snorted under her breath. She was the only person who could actually get a rise out of A-belle. Since they were first cousins and only children, I'd always thought it was a sibling rivalry kind of thing.

"For you, something classic," the woman said to Annabelle. "Understated."

"Practical," Annabelle put in, and Zo snorted again. Annabelle was one of those rare people who was born practical. Of course, the fact that she'd grown up all over the world with a linguist mother and an anthropologist father surrounded only by adults might have had something to do with it, too.

The woman measured Annabelle's request. "Some-times," she murmured. "Sometimes practical. Observant certainly, and true."

Why did I feel as if I'd called one of those psychic hotlines? 1-800-creepysaleslady.

The woman's blue eyes flittered over to me as she ran her fingers along the edges of several silver barrettes. I looked at her face, and my teeth ached with the sheer blueness of those eyes.

"This," the woman said, closing her hands over a circular dark silver barrette and turning back to Annabelle. "This is for you."

I looked at my friend. In true Annabelle style, she didn't say anything. Instead, she flipped the barrette over in her hand to look at the price, and after a moment, she nodded.

"Okay," she said simply. Her mouth curved into a slow grin. "I like it."

I bit my bottom lip and waited. The woman said nothing.

"What about Bailey?" Delia asked, still admiring her necklace. "She could benefit from a little accessorizing. Trust me." Delia didn't mean anything by it, and since she'd been saying pretty much the exact same thing since we were four years old, I didn't take offense. In the world of Delia Cameron, shopping goddess, everyone needed fashion advice, except, of course, for Delia.

"For you," the woman said. For a second, I heard nothing but that melodic voice. The rest of the sounds of the mall faded away, and the colors in front of my eyes swirled and blended together in the background until all I could see was the woman. "It is not I who can choose for you."

Her words echoed in my head.

"You must choose for yourself."

There was no way to argue with the command. When I thought about it, it was kind of pathetic that I couldn't even argue with the kiosk lady. Chalk another one up for Bailey Morgan, high school doormat.

With great effort, I pulled my attention away from the woman's eyes and my own thoughts and turned to look at the booth. Jewelry of all kinds hung on dainty displays. Cautiously, I let my finger trail over a watch with a face like the view of a river from a plane, carved into wood.

The woman watched me carefully, but I shook my head. As I pulled my hand back from the watch, my shirt caught on a small drawer and pulled it open. Startled, I backed up, unaware that my sleeve had attached itself to the drawer. Its contents poured out onto the floor, clattering loudly enough that everyone within a fifty-foot radius turned to look at me in one coordinated motion.

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Jennifer Lynn Barnes will graduate from Yale University in May 2006.

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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Bailey, Zo, Annabelle, and Delia were at the mall for one of their routine shopping trips when Delia decided they needed a special accessory for the big dance. Stopping at a little booth in the middle of the mall seemed like the perfect place for each girl to find the perfect item. Delia, the shopping guru, chose a choker style necklace first. Annabelle found a pretty barrette, and Zo found a beautiful crystal that could be slid onto a chain for a nice necklace. Finally, Bailey started to look for something that would catch her eye. As soon as she opened a little drawer and saw a package of temporary tattoos, she knew they were meant for her. A voice inside her head seemed to tell her to pick them up. Not realizing that this moment would change her life forever, she purchased the tattoos and the girls went about their business of finding the perfect outfit for the dance.

Once the girls started trying on outfits, Delia couldn't wait to break open the tattoos. Since there were four of them and four tattoos, she figured each of them should wear one to the dance to really drive the guys wild. Delia placed hers first; she chose a spot on her stomach that would show when she wore a top that revealed a little of her midriff. As soon as Delia put on her tattoo, the room started spinning for Bailey. She heard strange voices inside her head talking about danger that was on the way. She was still a little woozy when Delia decided Bailey needed to wear hers on her lower back, and placed it there for her. As soon as Bailey's tattoo was placed, she fainted from the force of the power that slammed into her body. When she woke up, she tried to warn Annabelle and Zo not to put theirs on, but it was too late. Annabelle had already placed hers on the back of her neck and Zo's was on the top of her foot.

It doesn't take long for the girls to realize that along with these tattoos, they each received a power. Bailey is able to create fire with her mind, Annabelle can read people's thoughts, Zo gets visions of things that will happen in the future, and Delia has the power to transmogrify things (change the appearance of objects she touches just by thinking what she wants). Along with these powers comes a great responsibility. Through the voices that Bailey keeps hearing and the dreams she has every night, she learns about the evil that is coming to destroy the world. Only the four girls can restore the balance in the universe and save the day.

I haven't met a greater group of friends since THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELING PANTS. Jennifer Lynn Barnes creates a wonderful fantasy based in a totally realistic setting. The drama is mixed with just the right amount of humor, which will cause readers to fall in love with all of the girls. TATTOO is a unique story that is sure to satisfy any reader -- fantasy lover or not.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is so amazing. I could read it more then once.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A SUPER good book, I couldn't put it down! The ending kinda through me off and i wasn't to sure about it but i loved it anyway!
MeiDiver More than 1 year ago
Synopsis Four friends are shopping at the mall when the meet a mysterious mall vendor that sells them accessories and some temporary tattoos. After each of the girls apply their tattoos, they discover magical powers and must work together to save the world from a great evil. Review I found this book to be a quick, easy, predictable read. I wasn't overly invested in the characters, but enjoyed the book enough to read the sequel as well. The girls were all plain stereotypes, and were only developed enough to keep the plot going. Though, I enjoyed the Greek myth references. My Recommendation This book is great for tweens, there are no questionable elements like sex, drugs, or rock'n'roll. 3/5
TheThoughtSpot 20 days ago
Tattoo by Jennifer Lynn Barnes features four friends on an adventure together. Delia, Annabelle and Zo are friends with the main character, Bailey. Bailey has a crush on Kane Lawson, which is portrayed honestly and in an awkwardly cute way. We've all had similar crush experiences;). The four friends are shopping at the mall and purchase fun accessories to match their personalities. Bailey chooses temporary tattoos because she can't decide on anything else. The tattoo set contains four temporary tattoos, one for each friend. Each girl's item and tattoo gives them unique powers, which they realize eventually. These powers come in handy when they have to save their classmates from an evil mythological character. Tattoo is a fun fantasy with the great bond of loyal friends; 4 stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book
NerdyMusicBliss More than 1 year ago
<b>Intense Read</b> I really loved this book. So intense and captivating. Everything connects and the story really flows. This author is really great at writing a mystery with a good dose of how friendship between teenagers is like. The supernatural element makes it all the better.
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A creature walks in
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Full time, good pay. That's what I want out of it.
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The funniest part i have read so far is when zo ordered pizza and when the pizza boy got to her house delia, zo, and bailey go to answer the door and then the pizza boy won't stop staring at delia's breasts and then delia says bye but the boy keeps staring at her breast so then zo says" allow me to demonstrate something" she pointed to delia's face. " this is delia's face." Zo's hands moved downward. " and i can see your alreasy aquainted with her breasts. Believe it or not , her fsce just said goodbye, so i'm afraid you and her breasts are going to have to cut this little moment short." And then zo closed the door on him. Thats as far as i have read but its been good so far.
Renegade_Princess17 More than 1 year ago
i loved this book!
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Yes there is. It's called fate. Both books are very wel written and very good.
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I wondering if the is another book because there should be.... :) :D :P
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You have to read this book, its totally fantastic
happy-2 More than 1 year ago
this book was a great joy
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Andrea Reino More than 1 year ago
This book starts out with four friends: Bailey, Zo, Delia, and Annabell. Delia is the fashion queen of the group while Zo is the tomboy who acts all tough. Annabell is the brainiac and Bailey is the main character. They all get superpowers when they apply the temporary tattoos they got at the mall. Delia gets the gift of metamorphasis. Zo can see the future. Annabell can read minds. And Bailey can set things on fire with her mind. They all get these powers so that they can be able to defeat Alecca, oneof the three fates gone bad. If Delia can just stop turning trash into Prada pumps then maybe they could get their act together..........
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