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“He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the deja vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like... the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow--or wanting back something you should never have given away.”

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The Dark Tide

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Josh Lanyon
Josh Lanyon

Josh Lanyon is an active American writer known for his suspense and romance novels. His works often blend suspense elements with romantic emotions, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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