Where the hell is your sense of self-preservation, woman? You reckless, beautiful, stray cat!
Sandra Ross
romance paranormal
He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn't pull away, even though she had been as skittish as a stray cat. Limit.
inspirational romance paranormal
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