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God. She loved the children. They were all so amazing. Every last one of them. She was grateful she'd made the decision to go into that labyrinth, the chambers of utter horror, to get them out. She refused to regret that decision, no matter the price she had to pay-- and she was paying it every single minute of the day.
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paranormal-romance
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Christine Feehan |
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899ddaa
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"Keep making fun of my name and every time you order a drink, I'm going to put something in it you aren't going to like," Ashe muttered under her breath."
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paranormal-romance
shifter
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Christine Feehan |
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61629f7
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It was as if he wore a mask and whatever went on behind it wasn't for the world --or her--to see. And she wanted to. She wanted to be that woman, the one who knew him inside and out.
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paranormal-romance
shifter
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Christine Feehan |
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9fda82e
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She laughed, and the sound was tantalizing. He didn't understand how musical notes could stroke a man's skin and dance along his thighs. He didn't understand how the notes could be an arrow that pierced his heart. She owned him.
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paranormal-romance
shifters
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Christine Feehan |