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“He didn’t want to be an absentee father. He didn’t want to be like his own father, who thought being a provider was his only obligation to his family. There was a hell of a lot more to parenthood than providing all the material necessities. Rafael wanted to be there for all the school plays, the soccer games. He wanted to be the one to put money under his kid’s pillow when he lost a tooth and pretend that it was the tooth fairy. He wanted to be a father. The best father he could be.”

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Enticed by His Forgotten Lover

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Maya Banks
Maya Banks

Maya Banks is a renowned American romance novel author, known for her passionate stories and deeply relatable characters. Her works span various romance genres, including romantic love, passionate adventure, and fantasy romance. Maya Banks' novels are widely popular around the world and have a large readership. more

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