Iiris Renvall

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I sighed, making my way over to Jack and fell in his lap. His arm came around me immediately. “As long as you think there’s nothing to worry about for now.” To Jack I whispered, “Do I smell bad?” He breathed deep, nuzzling his cheek against my hair. “You smell so fucking good.”
The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)
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