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  Carol caressed his back, her silky touch stealing his thoughts, her eyes blue pools of desire that called him like a siren’s seductive song. Nothing else mattered but pleasuring his mate before he took her home to his pack, his people, his life.

  His Little Miss Nightingale was the stuff of legends, the soothing balm that stirred his soul. Together, forever, they would solve life’s little mysteries and make their dreams come true.

 
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