Julie Reece
Julie Reece writes YA stories. Many inspired by life in the southeastern states where she grew up. She's passionate about family, friends, animals, underdogs, and writing, but bubble baths and dark chocolate make the list, too.
“ "Even with your face in such a state, I can see you are quite lovely. I'j used to certain...standards. You will look good traveling on my arem, as part of my entourage."His words make me want to hurl."You may find I am not the monster you imagine.""Oh, no, " I say. "I bet you're a real prince.""King, actually," he says with a slow grin." ”
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“What am I without him? My heart is burnt out, void, like the cold remnant left after a supernova.”
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“I forget my own name when he smiles like that.”
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“You gotta be kidding me!" I clench my fists. "I am NOT Bilfro Baggins. You are not a wizard with a pointy hat, and this is not the one ring of power." I raise my finger toward the jagged stone.Jeff's brows rise. "Bilbo? Bilbo Baggins?""Whatever!”
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“Walk this way."I don't want to walk HER WAY. She waddles more than walks and strangles me in the wake of stinky perfume. Sure I'd kill less brain cells sniffing glue.”
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“We're going to die. We're going to die...""We're not going to die," he barks. "Do YOU want to drive?"My head shakes violently. "No way.""Then stop...side seat driving!”
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“There are attractive people in this world, and there's Mathew's son, Grey.”
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“Fortune means nothing. This time we must not fail."Fortune? I like money.”
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