Traci Moore

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fire burning through my veins. The wolf's presence surges, eager to feast on her terror. And curse it all, I'm getting no pleasure from it. She touched me. Touched my skin. The first touch I have felt in two hundred years. She has no idea of her impact. Of how that simple brush of contact shattered two centuries of carefully constructed walls.
Of Ash and Iron (Flame Cursed Fae, #3)
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