Debra Johnson

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Trez stumbled back until he slammed into the wall—and then he found himself lifting his arms as if to ward off blows. Through the crosshatch of his wrists, he took stock of the eyes, the lips, the nose…the hair…the throat and shoulders…the body… Selena… That was the last thing he remembered.
The Chosen (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15)
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