Jerelyn Urquhart

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“Thank you,” I said into his chest. Did I have to let go? I should let go. But he wasn’t loosening his grip. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, and then I swore—I swore—he pressed his nose to the crown of my head and sniffed.
Caught in the Axe (Maine Lumberjacks, #1)
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