**Libby** I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won't leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he's slowly wearing me down, making me crave more. He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Probl
Idol
✍ Scribed by Duffy, Carrie
- Book ID
- 109733525
- Publisher
- HarperCollins Publishers
- Year
- 2011
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 179 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9780007421503
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
A hugely entertaining and glamorous debut, perfect for fans of the X-Factor, from an exciting new voice in young women?s fiction Meet Jenna Jonsson and Sadie Laine: two gorgeous, glamorous twenty-somethings fighting to make it to the top of their chosen professions. Beautiful and talented, Jenna is an international pop star, determined to take her career to the next level. And when a chance meeting leads to an opportunity for Jenna to work with world-famous rock band Phoenix, Jenna is quick to agree ? although her decision is somewhat influenced by Nick Taylor, the drummer with Phoenix and the most gorgeous man Jenna has ever met? Meanwhile, Sadie is a struggling dancer and a childhood rival of Jenna's. Ambitious and passionate, she is determined to fulfil her dreams. And a move to Las Vegas yields an unmissable career opportunity and a chance at true love. Jenna and Sadie's lives are about to collide but will sparks fly? Or will they be able to put the past behind them?
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