Jordyn Trull

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“If you say cunni-linguine,” I squeaked, my brain melting into soup, “I am going to lose my mind.” “Oh. Sorry.” His face crumpled with concentration. “Cunni…” “Oaken-” “Cunni-lingonberries.” “Oh, God, please stop,”
Married to the Alien Mountain Man (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #5)
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