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“"Nix, I know you're faking the static." She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. "Why?" "It seamed less rude than the alternative." "What's that?" Click.”

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Book:Pleasure of a Dark Prince
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Pleasure of a Dark Prince

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Kresley Cole
Kresley Cole

Kresley Cole is a renowned American author known for her romantic novels. Her works are celebrated for their deep emotional descriptions and complex character development, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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