Sarah Speigle

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I slowly raise my eyes to hers and when hers meet mine, indescribable need for this woman hits me so fucking hard that the air is sucked right out of my lungs, leaving me breathless . . . needy . . . erratic. Just from one look, from those eyes, the eyes that captivated me from day fucking one.
He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)
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