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“Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.”

Quote by Karen Marie Moning

Book:The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned

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The Fever Series 7-Book Bundle: Darkfever, Bloodfever, Faefever, Dreamfever, Shadowfever, Iced, Burned

This comprehensive bundle includes all seven novels of The Fever Series. The series is known for its richly developed world, complex characters, and a blend of romance and fantasy. The protagonist, a young woman, discovers her connection to the fey and becomes entangled in a web of magic and danger. The books delve into themes of destiny, love, and the struggle between human and fey worlds. The collection is a must-read for fans of the genre who enjoy a mix of romance and fantasy with a touch of the supernatural. more

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Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning, born on November 1, 1964, is a renowned fantasy author known for her unique magical worlds and complex character relationships. Her most famous work is the 'Ice and Fire' series. more

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