Liza Broadaway

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Still laughing, Jesse reached out and hooked his finger into the waistband of Connor’s sweats. “I’m not! I swear. You’re the only O’Shea I want to fuck right now.” “Right now.” “Well”—Jesse grinned—“I do like to leave my options open.”
Goaltender Interference (Scoring Chances, #1)
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