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“It makes me crazy, your voice. Every day, after we'd hang up the phone, I would sleep with the fucking thing on my chest. Like maybe part of your voice, part of you was still in it.”

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Blood Kiss

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J.R. Ward
J.R. Ward

J.R. Ward is an American novelist known for her vampire series novels. Her works blend romance, suspense, and fantasy elements, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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