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“Choose the men you take to your bed by these criteria: they see the finest in you, enhance and defend it. When you fuck a man you are giving him A. Motherfucking. Gift. Be certain he deserves it. And bloody hell, don't have one-night stands. Commit to the action. Make it matter. Feel it and ride it all the way through.”

Quote by Karen Marie Moning

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High Voltage

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Karen Marie Moning
Karen Marie Moning

Karen Marie Moning, born on November 1, 1964, is a renowned fantasy author known for her unique magical worlds and complex character relationships. Her most famous work is the 'Ice and Fire' series. more

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