Diane Holtry

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Hell, his penetrating gaze alone was enough to send me over the edge. But his mouth on me, his fingers in me, the memory of all he did to me, caused my insides to clench. There was no denying my body came alive under his touch . . . nor was there any denying I wanted more.
Finding Mr. Wrong (Mr. Wrong #1)
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