Leandra Parsons

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“Miller?” There’s no answer. “Hey, Mills?” I hear another soft gasp. My chest is so tight, I can’t stop myself from pulling the blue shower curtain back. I find him on the tub’s floor, crumpled on his side. He’s choking on the water, and his body’s jerking rhythmically. Holy shit!
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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