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“Do ye often howl at wolves?" "Only Lovey," Claray answered. "He's the only wolf I ken." "Ye ken Conall, and he's the Wolf." "Aye," Conall agreed aloud, and then leaned down to whisper by her ear, "And ye howled for me on our weddin' night. Hopefully this night I can make ye howl again. Finally." Claray stiffened in surprise and then felt heat suffuse her face as his hand crept up her waist where it was resting, and his thumb brushed over the bottom of one breast.”

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Book:Highland Wolf
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Highland Wolf

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Lynsay Sands
Lynsay Sands

Lynsay Sands is a renowned author known for her works that blend fantasy and romance elements. The exact dates of her birth and death are unknown. more

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