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“Thank you," Evelinde murmured, when he lifted her onto her mare. He glanced at her then to find she was eyeing him with an expression that was both worried and perplexed. For some reason that made him want to kiss her again... so he did. Ignoring the watching servant, Cullen caught her by the back of her neck and drew her head down for a brief hard kiss that made her gasp in surprise.”

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Book:Devil of the Highlands
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Devil of the Highlands

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Lynsay Sands
Lynsay Sands

Lynsay Sands is a renowned author known for her works that blend fantasy and romance elements. The exact dates of her birth and death are unknown. more

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