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“I want you alone," he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.”

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Book:Love Bites
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Love Bites

This novel delves into the intricacies of romantic relationships, examining the joys and challenges that come with love and companionship. more

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