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“And soon we were just rolling around on the ground, cursing and screeching and ripping out handfuls of hair. Without super hearing, I wouldn't have heard Zeb whisper, "This is the coolest thing I have ever seen." "Maybe they'll get muddy," Dick said. "Please, Lord, let them get muddy.”

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Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

In this engaging and witty novel, the protagonist navigates the complexities of being a vampire while trying to maintain a semblance of a normal life. The story delves into the protagonist's journey of self-discovery and the unexpected relationships that arise from her unique condition. more

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Molly Harper
Molly Harper

Molly Harper is a renowned author known for her humorous and light-hearted writing style. Her works often feature elements of fantasy and romance, which have won her a wide readership. more

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