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“...some small part of her had reacted to the passion inside him. Despite his role as a titled gentleman, there seemed to be a facet inside him that society could not tame, something stimulating yet dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and feeling the mysterious, subtle pull to jump.”

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Through the Smoke

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Brenda Novak
Brenda Novak

Brenda Novak is an American author born in 1964. She is known for her romantic novels, particularly those that focus on diabetes. Novak was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in 1994, which has become a central theme in many of her works. more

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