Alisha Buchanan

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For her, he’d do anything, but Rhaego didn’t dare nod or reply, just gently and steadily stretched one foot behind him, lowering. His thigh burned as he held taut every muscle in his body to keep his movements controlled. Though he kept his eyes closed, he listened for any sound of dismay and wanted to don applause bells when his knee finally met grass and she inhaled a gasp of awe.
Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)
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