Leilani Ricardo

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But when she looked at him, what she felt wasn’t attraction. Or it wasn’t only that. It was a bright spark, something warm and glowing that took up residency in her chest and refused to budge. It was something like contentment, only sharp and with teeth.
The Perfect Crimes of Marian Hayes (London Highwaymen, #2)
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