Iiris Renvall

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Really, nothing about it was normal, but the flowers, the knock on my door, the use of our family names, the way he squirmed like a teenager asking a pretty girl to dance . . . A smile tugged my lips. The man who just created crystal from thin air was nervous I’d turn him down.
The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)
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