Michala Sheranko

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He sounded like a pissed-off drill sergeant instead of a man comforting his distraught lover. “Yes,” she murmured as she listened to his rapid heartbeat. “Say it,” he ordered. “I have you.” He swept his hand up her spine and clasped the back of her neck. “You always did.”
Bitter Heat (Singed, #1)
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