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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Never Look Back about Victorian, London, America with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: The courageous tale of a poor Victorian flower girl, who makes an epic journey from London across a vast and wild America... As voted by readers as their favourite the author novel, Never Look Back is by the international NO.1 BESTSELLING author. * from the publisher's description *
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about York, Times, Bestseller with the genre: Romance, Romantic Suspense?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Never Look Back'
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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Never Look Back
  Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a white, mid-size sedan headed east towards the interstate. I lean up from my crouched position in the front seat to get a better view, but it's no use. Red taillights—it's all I'm able to see.
  I continue to stare at the bright red glare until the lights are so faint they eventually disappear altogether. So many white cars have passed, I'm not surprised I can't distinguish one from the other. This one particular car, though, makes me think of her.
  Shit! I've lost count. That damn white car distracted me, and I lost the number I was on. It's just as well. Who really gives a fuck how many cars I've counted anyway?
  Without wasting anymore time, I crank my car. I need to know if it's her. The tires squeal as I pull out from the parking lot and into oncoming traffic. I hardly even see the pick-up truck that I narrowly miss. His blaring horn pulls me from the stupor I'm in. Then, it pisses me off even more when the driver flips the lights on high-beam. I stick my arm up and make a hand gesture, but I know it isn't seen. Not with it being dark and those damn bright lights shining. Right now, the only thing I'm concerned with is catching up to that white car.
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conversations.value: Just after two o'clock in the evening, a knock on the door startles me awake. The last thing I remember was reading on my kindle. I slowly make my way to the door and look out from behind the curtain before opening it. An older lady is standing at the edge of the porch holding an arrangement of flowers. My first instinct is they must be for Beth and she's at the wrong house. Since Beth left earlier and won't be home until later, I figure I might as well take them from the delivery driver just so they don't have to come back later on.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Since Beth left earlier and won't be home until later, I figure I might as well take them from the delivery driver just so they don't have to come back later on. The last thing I remember was reading on my kindle. I slowly make my way to the door and look out from behind the curtain before opening it. An older lady is standing at the edge of the porch holding an arrangement of flowers. My first instinct is they must be for Beth and she's at the wrong house.Just after two o'clock in the evening, a knock on the door startles me awake.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: All the yards were small, but it was ideal for her. Wooden privacy fences surrounded each lot giving her just enough room out back for her swing and several small flower gardens. During the hot summer months, she'd even gotten the courage to sunbathe out back. And since the homes on both sides of hers were still vacant, it hadn't bothered her to be out back lounging in her bikini. She missed her old self, the person she'd been prior to Lance. Her best friend, Dana, had joined her a few times, too.
  She was thankful to reconnect with someone who knew her inside and out. Dana was sad to hear that Kate's marriage had turned sour, especially since she was planning one of her own. She'd even held off asking Kate to be her maid of honor until the last minute just because she knew the way Kate felt about the whole marriage thing. It was a sore subject, but she was relieved when she'd accepted.
  Kate had even surprised her by planning a bachelorette party. It was only going to be a couple of their girlfriends from high school, but she wanted the night to be special. There were still a few more things to take care of, but in a few weeks, the ladies were going to have one kick-ass party.
  Kate locked the office door behind her and walked out to her car. It was still early for a Friday night, but her comfy PJ's were calling her name. She'd done her grocery shopping the first part of the week, so she wasn't going to have to bother with getting dressed the entire weekend. Nope. Her pantry was fully stocked and there was no way she was going to let anyone talk her into leaving the house. She was going to stay cooped up inside, and she dared anyone to disturb her.
  When she's not working or writing, you will find her reading, watching her favorite football team, the Auburn Tigers, her favorite baseball team, the Atlanta Braves, or watching NASCAR. She enjoys spending time with her family and friends.
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conversations.value: All the yards were small, but it was ideal for her. Wooden privacy fences surrounded each lot giving her just enough room out back for her swing and several small flower gardens. During the hot summer months, she'd even gotten the courage to sunbathe out back. And since the homes on both sides of hers were still vacant, it hadn't bothered her to be out back lounging in her bikini. She missed her old self, the person she'd been prior to Lance. Her best friend, Dana, had joined her a few times, too.
  She was thankful to reconnect with someone who knew her inside and out. Dana was sad to hear that Kate's marriage had turned sour, especially since she was planning one of her own. She'd even held off asking Kate to be her maid of honor until the last minute just because she knew the way Kate felt about the whole marriage thing. It was a sore subject, but she was relieved when she'd accepted.
  Kate had even surprised her by planning a bachelorette party. It was only going to be a couple of their girlfriends from high school, but she wanted the night to be special. There were still a few more things to take care of, but in a few weeks, the ladies were going to have one kick-ass party.
  Kate locked the office door behind her and walked out to her car. It was still early for a Friday night, but her comfy PJ's were calling her name. She'd done her grocery shopping the first part of the week, so she wasn't going to have to bother with getting dressed the entire weekend. Nope. Her pantry was fully stocked and there was no way she was going to let anyone talk her into leaving the house. She was going to stay cooped up inside, and she dared anyone to disturb her.
  When she's not working or writing, you will find her reading, watching her favorite football team, the Auburn Tigers, her favorite baseball team, the Atlanta Braves, or watching NASCAR.