Leandra Parsons

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She cast her eyes up. “Are you serious?” Indignation rang in her voice. “I had it handcrafted. I put a lot of thought into it. I hope you like it.” My grin widened at the look she gave the ring. “Let me.” I took the ring from her, grabbed her hand and slid it on. It was obvious that she was fighting for composure.
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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