Sarah Sullivan

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Everything felt sharper now like someone had applied a filter to the world. My senses were all working in hyper-drive, but all I could see, feel, and hear was him. “How did I get so lucky to find you?” he murmured against my lips before kissing me again, and I’d forgotten that there were hundreds of people watching us, that we were in the middle of our wedding because the entire world ceased to exist except for him and me.
Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)
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