Sadie Francé has known nothing but pain all her life. Good things just didn't happen to people like her.
Once, she let herself believe the opposite. She believed the lies of the mysterious rich boy who was hell-bent on making her his girl.
He gave her a taste... A taste of happiness. A taste of love. A taste of life.
But the moment Sadie began to let her guard down, believing life wasn't so much of a bitch after all, that taste, that sweet nectar, turned bitter on her tongue.
When yet another of life's unfortunate circumstances worked in her favor this time around, ridding her of her painful memories, Sadie trusted that she was safe. Free.
Until seven years later...
Into Sadie's miserable life barged the most mysterious oddity of a man. He made a fearless Sadie fear, a careless Sadie care, a hopeless Sadie hope.
Against her better judgment, against her own intuition, she wanted this man, body and soul.
But when she began having strange dreams, dreams that were her forbidden memories, memories that doctors told her were irretrievable, Sadie soon realized that Mr. Mysterious in Black wasn't so mysterious after all.
|Publisher:||S. Ann Cole|
|File size:||525 KB|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Ms. Cole is not your typical girl. She hates chocolate, candle-lit dinners and all that hearts and flowers stuff makes her feel awkward, coffee makes her drowsier than ever, and she tends to talk to herself, a lot.
Having an obsessive and unquenchable affair with the written word, she’s naturally a recluse who dwells inside her imagination and has to suffer continual bashings from her friends for being a neglectful pal who does nothing but sit around the computer all day, writing.
Like a big kid, Ms. Cole loves watching Disney Channel, enjoys a big bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal and prays to our God like it’s nobody’s business—well, it really isn’t. When she isn’t abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, stressing with school assignments, tweeting about every minuteness of her life, or disturbing her neighbors with her rugged voice, trying and failing to hit those notes of Beyonce’s Listen (she really ought to leave the singing department alone!)