Jessyca Simonsen

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The deep rumble of Lucian’s voice vibrated its way up my spine. I turned slowly and drank in the godlike hotness of Lucifer himself. It was impossible not to. It was like standing in a room with a great work of art and trying not to memorize every masterful brushstroke.
Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)
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