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Informationen zum Autor Jessa Hastings is an Australian native who now lives in Southern California with her husband, two children, two cats, and a dog. They have, as their best friend calls it, gone “full farm.” Jessa is a chronic overthinker and has, in this very moment, begrudgingly accepted American coffee and how depressing it is. She finds Twitter and small talk equally terrifying, and often still pines for a sourdough loaf in America that doesn't make her tummy hurt or cost $45 for half a loaf. Magnolia Parks was her debut novel and the launch of the series, and she clearly struggles to write a concise or topically relevant author’s biography. She is sorry for this. Klappentext "All twenty-year-old Daisy Haites has ever wanted is a normal life, but, that's not in the cards... Daisy Haites is the princess of London's most notorius family. Raised by her older brother, Julian, after their parents were murdered, Daisy has never been able to escape the watchful gaze of her gang-lord brother. But Julian's line of work means that Daisy's life is . . . complicated. And things don't become any easier when she falls hard for the beautiful and emotionally unavailable Christian Hemmes, who happens to be one of the few men in London who doesn't answer to Julian. Christian's life is no walk in the park either, since he's in love with his best friend's girlfriend, Magnolia Parks. He's happy enough to use Daisy to throw off the scent of his true affections--until she starts to infiltrate those, too. As their romance blossoms into something neither was anticipating, Daisy and Christian must come to terms with the fact that in this life everything comes at a price. Relationships intersect and tangle, and Daisy, Christian, and Julian will learn that sometimes life's most worthwhile pursuits can only be paid in blood."-- Leseprobe 1 Daisy No guns at the dinner table. That's my one rule. Call me old fashioned, I don't know. It's just what I've always said to the boys. I don't care about phones, I don't care if they're texting, I don't care if they're wearing a hat at the table-I just don't want guns while I'm serving them a brisket I slow-cooked for nine and a half fucking hours. Julian makes us say grace (as though the Lord is listening to him and like He'd actually bless us) and then comes the silence of eating that makes the cook happy. The volume starts to rise again after a couple of minutes-they're total animals when it comes to food, these Lost Boys of mine. I call them that because that's what they are. You can't really be around my brother for too long without meandering off the garden path, and all of these boys have well and truly strayed. None of these boys are boys, by the way-not in age, not in attitude. Each of them has their own unique set of pros and cons, red flags, warrants and no-fly statuses, and together they comprise the inner sanctum of my brother's outfit. "Oi, Daisyface." My brother nods his chin at me. "How'd you do in your Immunopathology exam?" "Immunopharmacology," I correct him and he rolls his eyes. "Did you pass or not?" "Course she passed," Kekoa tells him proudly. I don't have a dad anymore but when I did, Aleki Kekoa was his best friend. "First class?" Julian asks. I frown at him, offended. "Obviously." My brother tosses me a little wink as he pours himself more wine. "What's next on the curriculum?" I shrug. "I think we're about to move on to a block on Disease and Therapeutics." Second year med student at Imperial College. Jules swats his hand. "You don't need to know about that sh-" "Take it back!" Declan Ellis yells suddenly as he jumps back from the table, staring down darkly at TK, who's seated next to me. I frown between them. I've no idea what's going on, I wasn't paying attention. "Nope." Teeks grins. Declan reaches ar...
