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“Jason, stop this,” she pleaded. “You don’t want to kiss me. You don’t even like me more than a little when you aren’t foxed” A harsh laugh escaped him. “I like you too damned much!” he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.”

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Judith McNaught
Judith McNaught

Judith McNaught, born on May 10, 1944, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their rich emotions and engaging plots, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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