MID WEEK TEASE OCTOBER 7,2015

It’s Hump Day and time to post a teaser from my latest work in progress, Encore: Descendants of Ra Book 4.

EJ Nicolis can’t move or talk without Ridley Cross’s instruction. She thinks the former Goddess of Chaos has wiped his brain clean, but he is still in and piss the hell off.
BLURB: Ridley Cross will stop at nothing to break her family curse. Including enslaving an innocent man, EJ Nicolis. He doesn’t deserve it, but regardless of the consequences, she’ll use him as a means to an end. Yet, the more time she spends with EJ, the line between survival and passion blur. Can she trust the man she has shamelessly used?
Trapped in a prison of his own flesh and bones, EJ Nicolis will kill the one who placed him there. No matter how much he hungers for her, he will resist her amethyst eyes, her pouty lips, and fiery soul when he wraps his hands around her slender, graceful neck and…
With evil at every turn, the Descendants of Ra out to rescue their brother EJ—and make her pay—Ridley can’t afford to fall in love. The stakes are higher than her desires. Greater than her needs. More important than his life. Or hers.

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Ridley scooted between his open legs to cup his face and tilted his chin up. The gash had healed and most likely his other injuries. That didn’t stop her from running her fingers through his short—surprisingly soft—buzz cut. Finding nothing, she continued her exploration. She shucked off his coat, let it thud to the bathroom floor. Guns dangled from holsters beneath both armpits and knives were secure in special pockets in his custom sweater.

Almost of their own accord, her hands traveled over his impossibly broad shoulders. She leaned close to peer at his back, searching for telltale blood, and found none. His chest came next. Covered with soot and streaked with dirt and blood, she took her time skimming his hard pecs and tight abs through his shirt. Blood dotted his thighs. She suspected the splatter came from his brother and the healing wounds on his knuckles. Satisfied, Ridley balanced on her haunches and looked into EJ’s blank eyes.
Sadness swallowed her. After such an intense experience, she needed someone to talk with. No, not someone. Him. She wanted to ask if he was okay, wanted to apologize for what she made him do, wanted a deeper connection than their one-way conversation. Wanted what she couldn’t have with a man who’d stumbled into her life and who would regret it the moment he was free. The path the gods had placed her on could not be altered. Even with the collateral damage, Josie came first.
Ridley heaved a sigh and shifted her attention to the man in front of her. EJ was filthy. Funny how she hadn’t noticed or cared about him being dirty when she examined him for wounds. She retrieved a facial towel from a nearby closet, which also had a small washer/dryer combo, and wet it in the bathroom sink. The blood on his forehead hadn’t quite dried so it cleaned away easily. Next came the soot on his lean cheek. She paused. Tracks lined both cheeks as if he had…cried?
That wasn’t possible. EJ and the women of the Order were empty vessels. Khuket had erased everything they were. That is what the goddess had said.
Khuket’s dead.
And Avery Nicolis is the new God of Chaos.
HOLY SHIT!

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My Sexy Saturday 8/29/15

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday post! Today, I’m share 7 sentences from my latest work in progress, the 4th novel in my Descendants of Ra series, Encore. Meet EJ Nicolis. He’s a descendant of Ra, a mercenary and a prisoner of the sexiest woman he’s ever met. 

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Day One.  EJ Nicolis sat zombified in a ratty tan Barcalounger. The planned destruction and death of one person gave him focus and kept him sane. It didn’t matter how fine her ass was in the red tartan mini. Or how her thighs peeked all milk creamy between the slats of the skirt. Or how freaking sexy her candy apple red patent leather knee-high Doc Marten’s gleamed in competition with pouty red lips and her amethyst eyes. As soon as he freed himself from his forced servitude—Ridley Cross was a dead woman.

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Hello Everyone,

In the last few weeks, I’ve been busy working on three projects. The first project is Encore, the fourth novel in the Descendants of Ra series. The second project is Forever, a Descendants of Ra novella, featuring Reign and Alexis from the second novel in the series. The third project is a brand new series featuring the Cimmerians, a group of disgruntled fallen angels who are seeking redemption in order to return to heaven, or are they?  In the coming weeks, I’ll be leaving snippets from all three projects. 

Today, you’re getting a snippet for Encore. When last we left EJ Nicolis, he was little more than a zombie. Trapped in his own body with only his mind to keep him company. Until Ridley Cross, the woman who helped turn him in her personal zombie slave, arrives. Not to free him, but to command him.

Ridley dropped to her haunches in front of EJ. She’d never been this close. Her amethyst eyes—violet flecked with silver—so brilliant in her pale face, met his.

“I don’t know why I bother talking to you?” She traced a finger down his cheek. Her lips curled into a frown. She sighed and tapped his temple. “There’s nothing in there. You’re an empty shell.” Her gaze moved lower to his chest. Lower to his abs. Lower…

Her hand dipped into the pocket of her red leather coat and retrieved a photo. EJ couldn’t see the image so he studied the solemn expression on Ridley’s face, happy that something had caused her pain. A sigh eased from her and unshed tears shimmered in her eyes. Her forehead dropped to his knee and her shoulder trembled.

Concern was the last thing he expected to feel, but it was there. This wasn’t the woman who left him to rot. That woman wouldn’t have tears to shed.

Her chin rose and she scooted between his knees. “I’m sorry, s-sorry for all of this,” she stuttered, her breath hitching between each word. “Sorry you got caught in the crossfire, but you’re here now, and I need you—your help, your muscle.”

What would bring her this low to seek an enemy for help?

She stood, popped her hands on her hips, and widened her stance. “You will help me.” Gone was the contrite person who just apologized. “Okay, let’s make this official. Look at me,” she demanded.

The order bulldozed his will. His chin tilted and his gaze traveled up her body, past  her exposed belly button, the cropped sweater molding to the swell of her breasts. They were small, no more than a handful. Well…he had big hands.

His gaze continued the journey, pausing at the deep hue of her full lips.

“I said look at me.” Impatience stamped her voice. And a bit of fear.

Good. She should be afraid. Very. Because he was going to kill her. Slowly and with great joy.

He looked past her nose, flaring with each agitated inhale to finally met her gaze. Brows lowered over her eyes, she expected his complete obedience. And he was powerless to refuse her.

“Elroy Jasper, you are my bodyguard.”

He cringed at the sound of his full name and swore additional vengeance.

“You will do what I say, when I say. Protecting me from any injury, any enemy is your primary goal. If you understand, nod.”

He understood plenty. He was now her brick wall, her armor, her bulletproof vest. Up and down, his head moved. Now I’m a damn bobblehead! A string of curses ricocheted inside his head though none left his lips.

“Rise.”

He unfurled from the chair. Seated for so long, his muscles screamed in relief. His joints snapped, crackled, and popped.

Her lovely face glowed with amusement. “You sound like an old man.”

That’s because you made me sit for six fucking days! Rage. Four letters meshed together to denote an emotion. That’s what he should feel. The only thing that made sense. Instead, curiosity had him studying her. What did she need with him? Something illegal?

“Sorry for leaving you here for so long. I move faster without you.”

He’d seen how she moved. There one moment, gone the next. Once he was free, he’d find a way to immobilize her and get some payback.

Where are we going? The words stayed in his head because she hadn’t given him permission to speak.

“Put on your coat and follow me.”

She opened the door and like an obedient slave, he fell in line behind her, powerless to disobey.

For now.

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Welcome to your next stop on the Sizzling Summer Reads Party tour! Hi, I’m Tmonique Stephens and I’m showcasing the first novel in my Descendants of Ra series, Eternity. If you’re into vengeful gods and the hot descendants, then this is the read for you!

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them. 

Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.

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Curled on his body in the middle of Central Park, Roman let Stella sleep. Holding her wasn’t a hardship as his mind wandered to the future, their future. Foolhardy, definitely, but what else could he do when he held the object of his obsession in his arms?

Remember your promise and let her go.

He stroked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear and slid his fingers down her silky cheek. She nuzzled him, turned her face into his palm and kissed him. Every noble intention evaporated like a bead of sizzling water in a hot skillet. Cock rock hard, he had to kiss her, feel her breath on his skin, in his body. In the deserted park, he needed her now.

The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled. He froze. Battle instincts surged to the forefront, screaming for action, instead, he listened to the night surrounding him and waited. Though not a hub of wildlife, the creatures of Central Park were silent. They also waited. Somewhere, nearby, a predator stalked.

He nudged Stella. She stretched, making him aware of every curve and hollow she possessed, and purred, a sexy rumble deep in her throat. Before she could say a word, he cupped her head and pulled her into a quick kiss.

“Shhh, we’re in danger,” he whispered against her lips.

Her head popped up and she eased off him. In the gloom, her frightened eyes met his. “What?” She mouthed.

“We have to get out of here.”

Crouched low, he took her hand, together they crawled along next to the hedge. He looked over. His keen eyesight picked up nothing and no one. So why did the same excitement he used to get before a battle race through his veins? Stella squeezed his hand. Her wide eyes sent him a question he couldn’t answer.

He drew his gun from the small of his back and the silencer from his jacket pocket.

“Roman?” Her voice wavered.

He spared her a glance. “Whatever happens, do exactly as I say. Understand?”

Her head bobbed on her neck.

“Walk beside me, not in front or behind. Got it?”

Not far from the nearest road, they stuck to the trees and away from the open expanse of the Great Lawn.

Leaves crunched behind them. He’d never run from anything in his life. Even before the curse and his immortality, he stood his ground and killed everything in his path. Now, whatever stalked him, stalked her. His senses told him only one lurked in the darkness, but with Stella to protect, he couldn’t risk it.

The Delacorte amphitheater loomed ahead. He guided her into the shadows. Stationed behind a statue, he aimed and watched the route they had just taken. Stella clutched his jacket, her shivering body pressed close.

“Tell me.”

“There’s someone out there.”

“It could be anyone, ’kids maybe?”

“Maybe.” He agreed purely to reassure her. But as he spoke, one hundred yards away, something peeled away from the shadows of a large tree and charged.

“Stay.” He ordered. Through his jacket, her nails dug into his back. He pulled away, but she wouldn’t let go. He shrugged out of his jacket and advanced. She called to him, begging him to return, but the blood rushing in his ears drown out her voice. He rushed forward and focused on the attacking foe.

Wait. He skidded to a halt. He had a shot, but . . . something was wrong. The height was too short. Whoever ran toward him must be a child—or running on all fours. He squinted at the slice of darkness closing the distance between them. The tree coverage ended and speckled moonlight dotted the Great Lawn, uncovering the thing barreling forward. For a split second his mind tried to unravel the impossible nightmare quickly shrinking the distance, before he fired three shots between its widely spaced eyes. It roared and charged faster.

“Run, Stella!” He fired running back to the theater. She hadn’t listened. Instead of running away, she met him. He grabbed her hand and ran, but she couldn’t keep up and the thing behind them closed the distance.

“Is it him, The Strangler?” she shouted breathless.

They ran past The Preserve, rounded a column and then stopped. Shrouded in gloom, the outline of the pond appeared in front of the Belvedere Castle. He didn’t want her to see what chased them, but before he could stop her, she turned. Her scream pierced the night. Yards away, a bellow replied. He jerked her around and shoved. She stumbled and fell into the water.

“Go!” This time, she didn’t fight. For a second, he watched her swim. Then turned in time for claws to dig into his side.

 

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I’m back with a Mid Week Tease from my latest Work In Progress. Let me introduce you to EJ Nicolis, the fourth brother in my Descendants of Ra Series.

 

EJ Nicolis sat zombified in a ratty Barcalounger. The planned destruction and death of one person gave him immense comfort. It didn’t matter how fine her ass was in the red tartan mini, or how her thighs peeked all milk creamy between the slats of the skirt, or how freaking sexy her candy apple red patent leather knee-high Doc Marten’s gleamed in competition with her amethyst eyes and pouty red lips. As soon as he freed himself from his forced servitude—Ridley Cross was a dead woman.

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MY SEXY SATURDAY

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Here are 7 sexy paragraphs of my latest novel Evermore Descendants of Ra book 3. Emeline doesn’t want to get addicted to Avery. But it is a losing battle.

Emeline always sucked as a sifter, but she counted the deficiency as a plus. Who wanted to wear gloves the rest of their life to avoid random contact and the transfer of unwanted emotions? Occasionally in the heat of passion, she had caught a few emotional threads: horny, macho guy speak about how great he was.

Yeah, she had lousy taste in men. With Avery, everything was different. He touched a place inside her heart she’d never known existed. Palm to palm, her skin tingled where they touched. The pain in her side faded and his fragmented thoughts filled her head. Worry mixed with desire which warped into lurid images, tantalizing in detail, then dipped into a deep well of hurt all centered on her. She’d done this.

Except for brief splashes of streetlight, the back of the dim cab kept his features shadowed. Not his desires. Those flowed through him and into her. Her nipples tightened and her body hungered. She caught glimpses of his green and black eyes. Their intensity didn’t startle her. The corresponding heat surfing her blood and the receding pain, did.

Had he leaned closer? Or had common sense completely taken a vacation and she’d leaned in? His free hand touched her cheek. This was the last thing she needed. So why didn’t she pull away when his lips slanted urgently over hers?

Shutting down the heat between them—closing the door on any chance of them being together—that’s what she should be doing, not inching her way closer to disaster. Not dying for another taste of him. Not aching for him to take her in his arms, stripping her down to her marrow and take her any way, every way he wanted.

He kissed her as if this was the last kiss they would ever have, using lips, teeth, and tongue to hammer her resistance into biddable acceptance. He kissed her until all she knew was that she was a woman and he was a hot, hard man. And all hers—if she was woman enough to reach out and take him.

The car stopped. “We’re here.” The driver said.  The spell broke. She yanked her lips and her hand away. Pain flared, bright and awful. Somehow, she managed to open the door and climb out of the car without becoming a part of the pavement while he paid the fare. Getting away, far away from everything she wanted seemed like a brilliant idea.

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.

But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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Here’s 7 sexy paragraphs from Evermore, the latest novel in the Descendants of Ra series. Meet Avery Nicolis and Emeline Gamble.

“Don’t.” Now it was her turn to shove him away. He hauled her back. She had no right to be angry. She’d lied, manipulated him, came into the bedroom, and used him. He should be angry, not her. She gave up that right when she took the job to stalk him.

Her lips had parted on a surprised inhale. Soft, sultry lips. Heat danced in her eyes, fired his blood. With one mind, his heart and body yearned for what couldn’t be. Avery ignored both. He wanted a fight, not the simmering passion he suffered in her presence. Roman had often said, “You can’t always get what you want,” or was that the Rolling Stones? Right now, he wanted to punish her, and himself.

He fisted her hair and crushed her mouth to his. He’d wanted her to hit him, punch him, use her nails to claw his skin. Anything to stop the need festering in his soul.

Emeline’s lips parted on a sexy growl and she licked his lips. A lightning strike would’ve been gentler. Enthralled, he opened and sought more. He may as well have allowed a knife into his heart. The flavor of her swept through his blood, rebranding everything he loved about Emeline into his cells. As if he could’ve taken a scalpel and carved her brand from his heart. Yeah, good luck with that.

Yet, that’s exactly what he had to do, and in the process—he’d bleed out. There’d be nothing left of him. So be it, but for now,  in this moment, he drank her in like an alcoholic at an open bar. He couldn’t get his fill. No matter how much he gulped, he would forever thirst for Emeline.

She grabbed his head, slanted her lips across his mouth. He gave himself over to the feel of her tongue deep in his mouth, and her curves grinding into him, her breasts against his chest. Her hands on his flesh. The right key in the right lock. She fit him as no one else ever had before.

Emeline nipped his lips and soothed the spot with a lick. She pushed at his razor thin control, uncaring about what she did to him. He cupped her ass and stroked his erection into her cleft, the haven where he longed to be. She yanked away, panting. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting him on her skin, and then pulled her swollen bottom lip into her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed and she seemed to savor the taste of him on her flesh. “Let’s get this done—so you can hand me over to McIntosh.” She smirked and sauntered away.

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade.

But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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Here is a HOT Mid Week Teaser from my first novel, Eternity Descendants of Ra Book 1. Stella finally gets a taste of Roman and she likes it…a lot!

Suddenly, she felt the weight of him beneath her, this solid man wedged between her thighs. Instinct made her hips do a slow roll, and Roman throbbed. Her core slickened.

“I’m too heavy.”  A thready whisper was all she could muster.

“No.” His husky voice sent all the moisture in her south.

“I’ll get off.” He wouldn’t let her. He gripped her knees, pressing them tight to his side. “Am I hurting you?”

He shook his head. “Kiss me, Stella. Just be quiet, and kiss me.”

Afraid, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest and pressed her lips to his.

The throbbing between her thighs matched the beating of her heart and the fiery lick of desire pulsing through her veins. Right now, she wanted this. And nothing more.

Stella cupped his face. She didn’t know what to do as her lips first brushed and then ground against his mouth. “Show me. I don’t know how to do this. Please show me how,” she whispered a breath away from his lips.

“Take what you want of me. All I have is for you,” his graveled voice rubbed her nerves raw.

She tried again, this time her tongue slowly entered his mouth. His jaw hung open while she stroked the roof of his mouth and brushed his tongue. He canted his head to the side and his tongue slipped into her. She sucked and tasted him, thrilled at his groan while she held his face and rode the lightning of desire erupting inside.

His kisses sent fire racing through her blood. Her core ground against him, riding his erection, stroking her center against his until lust and frustration clashed. She wanted more, but didn’t know how to get it. Overwhelmed, she tried to pull back.

Roman gripped her ass and thrust between her thighs. He rose to meet her retreat until they were sitting. Powerful hands stroked her back, her arms, and her hips. He wrapped her legs around his waist and caressed them from calf to rear as their pelvises worked against their clothes.

Shards of ecstasy shot through her. An inferno raged inside her body, setting her soul alight.  “I can’t breathe!” she whispered against his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked and she shook her head violently. “Then I’ll breathe for you.”

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Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.

A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?

Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them. 

Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects, and Stella trusts.

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Here are 8 sexy sentences from Evermore, the 3rd novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Say hello to Avery and Emeline. 

Avery lay his head on her inner thigh and watched the quivering of her core subside. His dick throbbed, jealous of where his tongue had been. So close, but her words—No Sex—shut down that possibility. If this was the only moment that they would ever have, he would be grateful. Tonight was more than he’d ever hoped for.

He left the place he wanted to be, secured the towel around his hips, and stretched over her body. Her breaths were shallow, eyes a bit glassy, but then she blinked and focused on his face. So serious, he wanted to see ecstasy on her features, not the picture of doom that greeted him.

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There is no such thing as a chance meeting.

There’s no room in Avery Nicolis’s life for an obsession, yet why else does he stalk Emeline Gamble. Lurking in the shadows, he hungers for a woman he can’t have. Between the secrets he guards and anarchy roiling in his soul, his only solace are his glimpses of Emeline. He will resist her, protect her from himself, and deny his desire to claim her heart.

Emeline Gamble was a Watcher for the Order—a secret society of women charged with monitoring the offspring of the gods. For months, she observed Avery Nicolis, an elite mercenary, Descendant of Ra, and enemy of the Order. Never knowing he had her in his crosshairs.

Trapped in a lie, Emeline is forced to accept Avery as her bodyguard. Compelled to spend time with him, she learns to care for his tortured soul and see the hero lurking beneath the assassin’s façade. But every word out of her mouth is a lie. Every action a betrayal. Because to save her family she is forced to accept a new assignment, deliver Avery Nicolis to the Goddess of Chaos, alive…

And do not fall in love with him.

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