“Mindy.” he softly said my name. “Tell me…my beautiful red rose,” he continued, “why must you let this thorny bush grip onto… — Deb Apodaca Copy Share Image
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“...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently. “Ronin,” she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
