Isabella Carrasco

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“Am I…?” he prompted, dark brows raised and amusement dancing in his hazel eyes as I stared like a fucking deer in headlights. Not only was he handsome, but he was tall—almost a foot taller than me—and built. The stretch of his shoulders had my palms itching to shape them.
Dear Reader (Devil's Backbone, #1)
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