Scary & Sweet: Halloween in Holiday Valley
✍ Scribed by Kaylin Evans
- Publisher
- Lisbon Press
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 97 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
In this fierce rivalry, only one of us can end up on top… Zach Holiday is scary. Scary good-looking. Scary talented. Scary wealthy. And sometimes – with all the stupid pranks he pulled on me in high school – just downright scary. Now I’m running against him for mayor of our small town and he thinks I’m the same sweet little pushover I once was. But he’s dead wrong about that. This election is just the first step on my journey to the Oval Office and I won’t let my high school bully stand in my way. When we meet at our first campaign event – the town’s annual pumpkin festival – I’m there to rock the vote and knock Zach down a peg. I walk right up to him and paste my campaign sticker across his chest. His surprisingly chiseled chest. I blush. He smirks. And suddenly he’s got me right where he wants me. He may be up to his old tricks but I’ve got a few of my own now.
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