Autumn Rose

Autumn Rose
Author: Abigail Gibbs
Publisher: Harper Collins
Total Pages: 376
Release: 2014-01-28
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 0062248766

Autumn Rose has the chance to save the world she loves. But how much will she have to sacrifice? Autumn Rose lives in a sleepy seaside town, but buried deep under the surface of her quiet life are dark secrets. Her grandmother is dead, murdered eighteen months ago, and the vibrant London social scene in which she was brought up is a world away. Even worse, at her new school she is shunned and condemned––all because of the swirling marks on her skin that prevent her from blending in with the crowd. Then the appearance at her school of a handsome young man—who has the same curious markings as Autumn—sends her world into turmoil. Suddenly the marks are deemed cool, and Autumn is thrust into the limelight. But her sudden popularity brings danger as her secrets threaten to come to light. And then there are her recurring dreams about a girl who is about to be seduced by a very dark prince . . . and Autumn must figure out how to save her before it is too late.

Autumn Rose

Autumn Rose
Author: Margery Lawrence
Publisher:
Total Pages: 222
Release: 1971-01-01
Genre:
ISBN: 9780709118053

The Garden

The Garden
Author:
Publisher:
Total Pages: 662
Release: 1883-07
Genre: Gardening
ISBN:

Autumn Rose

Autumn Rose
Author: Outlet
Publisher:
Total Pages:
Release: 1980-10-01
Genre:
ISBN: 9780517332122

My Purple Scented Novel

My Purple Scented Novel
Author: Ian McEwan
Publisher: Vintage
Total Pages: 16
Release: 2018-06-19
Genre: Fiction
ISBN: 0525564586

A jewel of a short story from the bestselling, award-winning author of Atonement—“My Purple Scented Novel” follows the perfect crime of literary betrayal, scrupulously wrought yet unscrupulously executed. Published to celebrate Ian McEwan’s 70th birthday. “You will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade. . . . You’d never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline. . . . I don’t deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I don’t intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.”