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“She’s best friends with my wife. (Julian) Gracie? You’re married to Gracie? That was you? You’re Mr. Hot Bottom! (Sunshine)”

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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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