Leandra Parsons

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“I need some shit from the store,” he said simply, relaxing against the leather. “You’ll barely even notice that I’m here.” Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.
Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)
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