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“The rest of the morning would consist of checking on a pothole in the parking lot of the village clinic and writing up a schedule for the community centre that might finally settle the ongoing feud between the local quilting group and the bridge club. It was good to be queen.”

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How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf

This book delves into the romantic and thrilling dynamics of a relationship between a human and a werewolf, blending elements of romance and fantasy. The narrative takes readers through the challenges and adventures that arise from their unconventional pairing, offering a unique perspective on love and the supernatural. 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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