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“A smile curved his lips. Stunned, she stood there unable to move as she saw the one thing she'd never thought to see form him. A real, full-blown smile. The man was absolutely gorgeous. "My God, you have dimples." His smile vanished instantly. "I know." "No, no, no, no, no!" she said, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Don't you dare hide those. They're beautiful." He dodged her touch. "They look stupid." She let out an aggravated breath. "They are sexy as all get-out. Trust me. Dimples like those will definitely get you laid.”

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Born of the Night

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Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Sherrilyn Kenyon is an American author known for her fantasy and romance novels. Born in 1965, she has gained a wide readership globally since the early 1990s. Kenyon is praised for her unique narrative style and portrayal of complex character relationships. more

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