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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Wicked Games about York, Times, South with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies.
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conversations.value: the author is a New York Times bestselling author and former newspaper journalist.She lives with her family in South Carolina.
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Wicked Games about Carter, Jules, Lilah's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Gr 10 UpCarter has been Lilah's "forever" since the perfect evening he carved their names into a bench after their third date, back in ninth grade. Though they have been the quintessential couple in their Florida beach town for nearly four years since, their relationship seems unlikely to survive until graduation. Lilah gets drunk at a party, causes a nasty scene, and leaves Carter thoroughly disenchanted at having to treat his fragile and apparently mentally unstable girlfriend with kid gloves. He's also vulnerable to school hottie and drama queen Jules, who reaches out to him after Lilah is taken home. After another perfect evening with this different girl, Carter is confused, Jules is smitten, and Lilah is soon out for blood. She is not looking to punish Carter for hooking up with another girl but wanting to wound Jules for taking her man. Lilah's taste for revenge and obsession are downright scary and exaggerated to a near caricature. She launches dual campaigns to humiliate and intimidate Jules while winning back Carter by reminding him of what they have meant to each other. Ultimately, neither of Lilah's ploys nor the book's devices really work all that well. Use of designer names and current musicians are peppered among shallow descriptions of characters that focus on appearance. This style does little to elevate an uninspired plot. Nonetheless, casual or reluctant readers drawn to books with elements of romance, scandal, and suspense may not mind the two-dimensional villain or paltry treatment of her psychosis.Suzanne Gordon, Lanier High School, Sugar Hill, GA
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Wicked Games
  I couldn't imagine the pressure he must be under. I didn't know him well, but the research I'd done had revealed a man who took his responsibilities seriously. Righteous was very good to its employees, and Damon gave away huge chunks of cash to charities. He'd pushed to rebuild in San Francisco because he'd wanted to bring some life back to the city. Wanted to provide much needed jobs. And of course his testers were vetted. A Righteous beta version would be gold on the black market, so anyone given access to a copy had to be trustworthy. No doubt the legal agreements they signed would be several times longer than the one I'd just autographed.
  Which made a missing tester a serious problem. Though why Damon had come to me was still a mystery. I wasn't an investigator. Not of people, anyway.
  That surprised me. Usually our charming city's police commissioner bent over backward to help those she thought could help her. A mega corporation like Righteous should've been afforded all the assistance they'd need. I wondered what Damon had done to piss Commissioner Cruz off.
  The stylus resumed its restless twirling. "The police or my investigators will find them. In the meantime, I need to know if the game had anything to do with their behavior. See if there's something wrong with the code. Testers plug in for hours at a time. I need my games to be safe."
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conversations.value: She nodded. "It's something we teach everyone who has power, and the technique works for those who don't too."
  I bit my lip, the thought of coming anywhere near the edge of real magic making me queasy. But not as queasy as the thought of a demon trying to invade my mind. "Okay."
  The words made me feel sick. Whether or not what Cassandra suggested was true—and part of me still wanted to believe it wasn't—Sara had still written me off after my thirteenth birthday. She hadn't wasted any time trying to teach me anything in those last few horrible months. She'd barely spoken to me at all except to snap out an order or tell me to go to my room. Like the sight of me infuriated her.
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conversations.value: She shook her head but didn't look at him, instead toying with the midnight-colored pearls circling her wrist. "Nothing important."
  Silk rustled as she came out of her chair and crossed to him. The wild smoky rose scent filled his nose, making his pulse speed a little.
  She pressed her hand against his chest, and he struggled to keep his train of thought. "You know I don't..."
  Her hand trailed lower. "Saving yourself for me? That's sweet." Fingers slid beneath the waistband of his breeches, and his cock rose to meet her. "Why don't you show me?"
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conversations.value: "Nothing important."
  Silk rustled as she came out of her chair and crossed to him. The wild smoky rose scent filled his nose, making his pulse speed a little.
  She pressed her hand against his chest, and he struggled to keep his train of thought. "You know I don't..."
  Her hand trailed lower. "Saving yourself for me? That's sweet." Fingers slid beneath the waistband of his breeches, and his cock rose to meet her. "Why don't you show me?"