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Grumpy men, Bears and shifters in my mountains, definitely not on my agenda. Moving to a mountain cabin was supposed to bring me inspiration, not a tall burly gorgeous brooding billionaire next door as my landlord. The minute I laid eyes on him across the field, it was game over. Nothing but passion on my mind. His muscles, his demeanor, his … melted me like chocolate fondue. I just wanted inspiration for my next novel, but found protection and passion instead. |
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