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“She nodded, grabbed her purse out of the drawer and skedaddled, walking like she was on a catwalk, one foot in front of the other, her ass swaying under the skirt of her expensive, tailored suit. Bitch. I thought again, watching her go. “No comparison,” Luke said after the door closed behind Dawn and I turned to him. “Excuse me?” “Dawn’s a man eater. You’re not. No comparison,” Luke answered and I didn’t know how to take that. “Is that good?” The half-smile came back. “Most men prefer to do the eating.” Holy fucking cow.”

Book:Rock Chick Redemption

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Rock Chick Redemption

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Kristen Ashley

Kristen Ashley is a renowned American author, born on April 8, 1968. She is known for her romantic novels that have captivated readers with their heartfelt and engaging storytelling. more

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Source: En Canarias se ha puesto el sol

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Book:The Poppy War

Source: The Poppy War

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