Melanie Tillman

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Music. It came in a burst, all brightness and joy and fast, high notes. But not the wispy kind, to be blown away in a stiff breeze. Undergirded by the deep strength of a bass. It grew as his lips caressed hers, increased in tempo, then slowed to a sudden pulsing when he pulled away just a fraction, enough to rest his forehead against hers.
A Song Unheard (Shadows Over England, #2)
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