Rhea Richards

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Outrage suddenly flared in her. He obviously had some kind of alien mind-control gift that was making her lose all reason. “Just stay away from me. And keep that weird smell-lure thing to yourself.” A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. “I told you, I wasn’t doing anything. You must just like the way I smell.” Her face flamed. So much for controlling her emotions. “Keep dreaming.”
Saving Verakko (Clecanian, #3)
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