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Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth

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Reza Aslan
Reza Aslan

Reza Aslan is an American writer, scholar, and television personality known for his research and writing on religion, history, and culture. Born on May 3, 1972, Aslan has gained recognition for his works that cover topics such as Islam, Christianity, and religious freedom. more

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“His lips moved to her chin, the corner of her lips. His voice was husky, aching. “Want me enough, Shea. Want me with more than just your body. Let me into your heart.” His mouth fastened on hers, not gently but wildly, hungrily. The hunger was in his eyes when he raised his head to look down at her. “Open your mind to me. Want me there, as you want me in your body. Want me coming to you wild with a need only you can satisfy. Take me into your soul and let me live there.” His mouth was roaming every inch of her face, the column of her neck, the hollow of her shoulder.”

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