Sarah Julia

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“And we haven’t been very careful. My scent is all over you.” That must have been how they’d found her so easily. Her eyes widened. “I—what? I smell like you?” “Yes.” I shut my eyelids, my nose inhaling deeply. She didn’t know how much it settled my instincts that she did. How good she smelled. Like mine.
Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)
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