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“He wasn’t for her, and she knew it... She wasn’t even sure she wanted anybody to be for her—right now, anyway.”

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Book:Red Lily
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Red Lily

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Nora Roberts
Nora Roberts

An American best-selling author known for her romance novels. Since publishing her first novel in 1981, Nora Roberts has written over 200 books, which have been beloved by readers worldwide. more

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