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“If I could, I would bleed out in your arms. I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be when I die.”

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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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