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“This is why I stayed away," he growled against my mouth as his hands started to rove over me with knowing, ruthless passion. "Can't be near you without wanting you. Can't stop myself anymore--”

Quote by Jeaniene Frost

Book:The Beautiful Ashes
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The Beautiful Ashes

This book delves into the journey of characters facing adversity and emerging stronger, with a focus on the transformative power of trials and the enduring beauty of resilience. more

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Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost

Jeaniene Frost is an American fantasy novelist, best known for her vampire series. Her works blend elements of romance, horror, and fantasy, and have gained immense popularity among readers. more

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