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“The little imp had gone Brazilian. Damn him for a sinner but the thoughts that zinged through his mind would make the roof of a church cave in on him. Thoughts like: She better have done that with me in mind because I’m not letting anyone with a set of balls near her ever again. Thoughts like: Mine. Mine and mine.”

Quote by Cindy Gerard

Work

Whisper No Lies

This book explores themes of trust, deceit, and the consequences of secrets, set against a backdrop that promises suspense and emotional depth. more

Author

Cindy Gerard
Cindy Gerard

Cindy Gerard is a renowned American author known for her suspense novels. Her works are characterized by strong emotions and complex character development, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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