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“No way," Eve replied. "If you're going, go big." "Remind me to play poker with you later," Michael said. "I love a girl who'll go all in." She hip-bumped him. "That's what you want to do with me later? Dude. Respect the dress, at least." Michael trailed his pale fingers down her back, following the line of her spine, all the way to the red rose. Eve shivered, and her eyes went half-closed. Whatever Michael whispered in her ear, Claire thought it was probably way too personal to hear.”

Quote by Rachel Caine

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Midnight Alley

Midnight Alley is a gripping narrative that delves into the dark underbelly of a city's most notorious district. The story follows a cast of characters entangled in a world of vice and deceit, where the line between right and wrong is blurred. The novel is renowned for its vivid portrayal of a criminal underworld and the complex relationships that define it. more

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Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine

Rachel Caine, born on April 27, 1962, is a renowned American science fiction and fantasy writer. Her works are known for their unique worldviews and rich imagination, which have won her a large fan base. more

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