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“Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with both hands, guiding it up his arms and over his head. It was her favourite indulgence; holding herself against his bare chest.”

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Book:Spells

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Spells

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Aprilynne Pike
Aprilynne Pike

Aprilynne Pike is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels. She is best recognized for the 'Flynnefair' series, which gained widespread acclaim and a dedicated fan base since its first publication in 2007. Pike's works often feature young female protagonists, blending themes of magic, adventure, and growth. more

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