Liz Croyle

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There was a plate laid out for me at the place I’d been sitting yesterday. Slowly, I inched up to it, staring down to find what looked like two pickled eggs and a slice of some sort of alien bacon. In the shape of a face. A smiling face.
Wrangled by the Alien Rancher (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #2)
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