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“Ah, God, Lys" he breathed, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. She was the love of his heart, his true partner in both work and life, and the idea of losing her to the violence of the world they lived in scared the living shit out of him. But her smile lit her eyes, her face, and he pushed the darkness away and let himself grin back at her like the damn fool that he was. This moment-now-was perfect, and he wasn't going to let his fears interfere.”

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Book:Hot Pursuit
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Suzanne Brockmann
Suzanne Brockmann

Suzanne Brockmann is an American author known for her romance novels. Born in 1960, she began writing in 1992 and has published numerous works since then. Her novels are renowned for their passionate plots and well-crafted characters. more

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