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Letters to Romeo.

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

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Clearing the air

NEW BOOK: Allure Of The Night

Simon held Melanie's hand as they walked around the campus, while Melanie tried to stop him as it felt like she was soon going to step into war mine. 

"Simon?" Melanie called him. "What are you planning?" 

"Plan?" asked Simon, turning his head to give her a bright smile. "When have I ever planned anything? You doubt an innocent soul like me for no reason. I am a harmless potato."

"When were potatoes even harmful?" 

A dramatic gasp escaped from Simon's lips, and he stopped walking. Turning his body, he said, "Do you know a lot of people die because of them? Over eating them, not eating them, some dreaming about them." 

Melanie stared at Simon as if he had hit his head somewhere. But then Simon was like this all the time. 

"I sometimes wonder if I jumped into the swimming pool without realizing the depth of the water," muttered Melanie.