Erika S

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My entire body focused so intently on Cleo that I didn’t notice the hulking presence of a man until it was too late. “Who are you?” a low, smooth male voice demanded seconds before I was shoved into the wall beside the door, punching the air from my lungs. After years of training, my response was automatic. I jerked my knee into his groin and drove my knuckles into his throat simultaneously.
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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