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“Dorian’s going to love this.” She glared. “I swear to God, you tell him, and I’ll” — what the hell could you threaten an alpha with?—“I’ll tell Hawke you want to go on daily bonding runs with him.”

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Branded by Fire

This book delves into the life of a protagonist who is marked by fire, symbolizing her past traumas and ongoing battles. The narrative unfolds in a richly detailed historical setting, where the character's journey is both personal and political. The story examines themes of identity, resilience, and the human spirit's capacity to overcome adversity. more

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Nalini Singh
Nalini Singh

Nalini Singh is a renowned Canadian science fiction author known for her unique blend of romance and fantasy elements. Born in 1977, she began writing in 1999 and has since published numerous works. Her novels often combine science fiction, fantasy, and romance, winning her a dedicated fan base. more

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