Eight (A pINK Novel, #2) - PINK - E-book - ePub

Name: Eight (A pINK Novel, #2)
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Author: K.S. Thomas
ISBN: 9781536571684

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Eight seconds at a time. That's how you beat the bull. Survive the ride. Win. Eight seconds at a time. It's been drilled into me for as long as I can... Lire la suite

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Eight seconds at a time. That's how you beat the bull. Survive the ride. Win. Eight seconds at a time. It's been drilled into me for as long as I can remember. To help me focus. Manage my fear. Stay in control. Eight seconds at a time. I can do anything eight seconds at a time. Even get over her. Riot. When she disappeared, it was all I could think to do. Keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep living. Eight seconds at a time.
Until eight seconds turned to eight minutes. Eight hours. Eight days. Eight weeks. Eight months. And finally, eight years. Only now she's back. And I know the only way I'm getting through this, is eight seconds at a time.*Includes BONUS Prequel ELEVEN*

Date de parution

15/12/2016
Editeur

Alex Ander
Collection

PINK
ISBN

978-1-5365-7168-4
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9781536571684
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ePub

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Biographie de K.S. Thomas

Originally born and raised in Bremen, Germany, I currently reside in sunny Florida with my teenage daughter, our coyote, a three-legged roo, and a tamed wolf (AKA, our dogs). I like to think we have a bit of a Gilmore Girls thing going, except my kid is obsessed with dance not books, and I'm (much to my increasing disappointment) appropriately aged to have a teenager. I love coffee and yoga and the ocean and cooking and asking 'none of my business' questions whenever possible.
While I spent my childhood certain I could be a Disney princess, sitting here, surrounded by my crystals, smudge sticks and tarot cards, eager to get out to my garden and walk on the earth in my bare feet and chat with the lizards about not eating my plants, I'm pretty sure I grew up to be the witch. The good sort. And, obviously, I write romance novels. That is, after all, what brought us together.
Our love for...well, love. And who can blame us? Love has the power to bring out the best and the worst in us. It can make us strong or be our greatest weakness. It can make us move mountains or make us do some of the dumbest shit in the history of dumb shit. In short, love is entertaining as hell.