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Excerpt from Arcane by Erzabet Bishop

“Something the matter?”

“Headache. Sorry.”

“You didn’t meet me for coffee. I was afraid you’d changed your mind.” His eyes locked with hers and they stopped moving. Her breath locked in her chest and all she could do was stare at his full and supremely kissable lips.

“I’m sorry. Pack business.”

And something had passed between them in the garden at the school. Something that made her want to explore this attraction, even if it was just to get it out of her system.

They’d made it to the edge of the labyrinth in less time than she thought with no sign of the others. Her wolf rolled beneath her skin, desire for him pooling in her lady bits. The urge for some full on revenge sex to show him what he’d been missing out on sizzled through her, but as he reached out to touch her cheek, she found herself leaning forward.

Her wolf cheered.

“Oh.” He brushed a stray strand of hair from the side of her face. “I thought I’d never see you again. Not that I didn’t deserve that after what I did to you.”

“No,” she blurted out, heat creeping up her cheeks. “I really wanted to see you.” And she had. Memories of their first and only chaste kiss as a teenager had grown into a bittersweet remembrance and she wondered what his lips tasted like now.

“Good.”

She nibbled on her lip, aware of her own body tightening in response to his heated gaze. Her wolf circled beneath her skin, as anxious to test their connection as she was.

“It is?”

Why couldn’t she form a coherent thought other than the dirty ones infiltrating her mind? Her wolf wanted him to throw her to the ground, tear off her jeans and mount him. Right here. Right now. She glanced down to find the hard ridge of his arousal evident against his jeans and she swallowed, her fingers itching to work the zipper and feel him against her palm.

What the hell was wrong with her?

“Mmm hmm.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “It is.”

His lips were soft and full and she wanted more. The piney scent of him reminded her of the surrounding woods and for a moment, she let the wolf inside her run free and lifted her face to his as he captured her lips again.

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MY REVIEW Black Hellebore By Nicole Zoltack

 

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TITLE: Black Hellebore

AUTHOR: Nicole Zoltack
SERIES:  Heroes of Falledge
GENRE: Fantasy
LENGTH: 241 pages
RELEASE DATE:  October 20 2013

https://www.amazon.com/Black-Hellebore-Heroes-Falledge-Book-ebook/dp/B00G1YDKB0

BLURB:

Once a year for the past decade, Nicholas Adams returns to Falledge and leaves a black hellebore on his girlfriend’s grave. While fleeing Falledge, he spies a shady man sneaking into the laboratory. Nicholas chases after him and dies for his trouble. A witch brings him back to life, only Nicholas is not the same man. Turns out, magic combined with a black hellebore in his pocket changed him into a kind of a super man.

Julianna Paige, his girlfriend’s twin and deputy of Falledge, struggles to solve several murders. Nicholas, and his alter ego the Black Hellebore, helps her, even as she helps him move on and start to truly live again.

Unfortunately, Nicholas wasn’t the only one changed in the laboratory explosion, and now a super villain is bent on destroying Falledge, and killing the Black Hellebore. But falling in love might prove more dangerous than any super villain.

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This book take you into the world of Nicholas that been running away from his pain and turn in to a super hero. What happens when you don’t think that you deserve happiness after that light has burn burn out to quickly with their death. When Nicolas goes home to visit the grave of his girlfriend his life will change forever.  The action will keep you hook with the battle between two character that have been expose to the same chemicals the battle between good and bad. Love the twist and turn in the story

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Maxi’s Glass Heart

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Maxi’s Glass Heart
by Maggie Walsh
Sanctuary 1
 
 
Maxi is a small shifter who has come to Sanctuary in hopes of starting a new life and to find his mates. He is happily surprised when, on the same day, he meets both of his mates: Valor, a very large, sexy fae warrior, and Travis, a gorgeous wolf shifter who is a trainee at the facility in Sanctuary.
 
One passionate night together turns out to be a moment of pain for Maxi. Once his mates are done having their fun with him, they immediately take off without giving Maxi a second thought. After a week away, Valor and Travis return from a mission to try to talk to Maxi and apologize for leaving him, but they find that Maxi is not receptive to what they have to say. Maxi takes off, and Valor and Travis follow him.
 
But they are both confused when they find him and realize Maxi has no memory of them
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Pieces of Me by Shiloh Walker

Title: Pieces of Me
Author: Shiloh Walker | @shilohwalker
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Nobody knows that better than Shadow Harper. It seemed like a
dream come true when a rich, suave older man noticed her during her second year
of college. Stefan Stockman seemed to love her obsessively. He came into her
life and swept her off her feet, seduced her, married her…and then slowly,
eventually, that dream come true became a living nightmare.

Now, three years after she finally escaped him, she’s trying to
put her life back together. Haunted by memories, struggling with post-traumatic
stress, she spends most of her time locked away in her home on Pawley’s Island,
a small town on the South Carolina coast. Her rare moments of joy come from her
trips to the nearby beach.

She compulsively checks the locks on her doors, makes sure she has
her cell phones—five of them—and if she misses something on her schedule, it
throws her into a panic.

When she accidentally leaves a sketchbook on the beach, an anxiety
attack seems imminent. Her art has become her salvation, her sanity, and losing
even one sketch is like losing a piece of her soul. When she returns to hunt
for the sketchbook, already fearing it’s gone for good, she’s surprised to find
it still sitting there, saved by a sexy fellow beach lover— the mysterious
Dillian Jenkins.

He’s brash, bold, brutally handsome…and gentle. He’s the exact
opposite of the man who’d tormented her for years, and Shadow finds herself
slowly, almost reluctantly, falling for him. Even obsessing over him.

When her ex-husband once again intrudes on the happiness she’s
finally discovering, Shadow turns to Dillian. But will she find shelter
there…or another betrayal?

Obsession can be deadly …


 Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! 
She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur
photographer.  She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense,
The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins.

She writes romantic suspense
and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name
, J.C. Daniels.

Twitter: @shilohwalker



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MY REVIEW Taken by the Hitman By Alexis Abbott

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TITLE: Taken By the Hitman

AUTHOR: Alexis Abbott
SERIES:  Hitman
GENRE: Action
LENGTH: 309 pages
RELEASE DATE:  December 3 2016

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N5BHWLR

BLURB:

Out of the darkest evil will come the strongest love.

I’ve never met a woman like her. Damaged, just like me, but with a clever mind that she knows is a dangerous weapon, and curves for days. Every second I spend with her, it becomes clearer: it’s us against the world.

The Bratva want me to break her. They force me to try, but they made a dangerous mistake. She has a part of my soul now, and I have a part of hers. I’m a bad man, but I’m going to do right by her. I’m going to prove to her that even in the darkness, there’s always something worth fighting for.

I’ll kill them all for her. When it’s all over, and she doesn’t need me for revenge anymore, we won’t be able to walk away from our love. She’s been taken by the hitman, and I won’t let her go.

A full length Romantic Suspense novel set in Alexis Abbott’s Hitmen Series. No Cliffhangers. Dark romance. Safe from cheating. Explicit language & swearing.

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This is the 7th book in the Hitman series. The characters have a way to draw you into their problems and what they truly want. They both have a responsible and things in life have made away to get wrench into things.  Konstantin has never wanted to stop something so bad as the view that the women are slaves. When Rosie is given to Konstantin at gun point he has not choice but to accept. They are off on a journey of many up and downs. The action in this story will keep you on the edge of your seat until the end. Recommend this book

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Broken Wide Open Release Day Blitz with Susan Griscom

Title: Broken Wide Open
Author: Susan Griscom
Genre: Contemporary Romanic Suspense
Editor: Chelle Olson from Literally Addicted to Detail
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
When your heart is broken, sometimes all you need is a gentle smile.
Grace Davidson didn’t have the smoothest childhood, but now, years later, she’s ready to start her new life with her amazing new husband—until she discovers his infidelity…with her best friend. Hurt and betrayed, Grace takes off alone for the exotic resort where she should be spending her honeymoon, only to realize it’s as lonely as it sounds. Until her hunky next-door neighbor says hello.
Leo was just a man Grace met while enjoying her un-honeymoon. They became friends, but that’s it. Yet even after she returns home, she can’t get him out of her head. Too bad she’ll never see him again.
Starting over in a new town after finding her dream job, Grace suddenly runs in to Leo in the last place she expects. But is he the man she believes him to be? Or is her heart in danger of being broken wide open?

Susan Griscom writes paranormal and contemporary romance. She’s hooked on sexy romances and is a huge fan of superheroes and bad boys confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers, and abilities beyond the norm mixed with steamy romance, of course.
She loves those days when she gets to sit around in her sweat pants, doing nothing but writing emotionally charged stories about love and violence.
She lives in Northern California in wine country and one of her favorite weekend excursions is wine tasting with the love of her life. Together, she and her romantic husband have five great superhero kids and eight mini-superhero grand kids, so far.
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How many times can a heart be broken?

Mine has been broken twice.

My mother, Sofie Davidson, formally Sofie Brighton, always said that losing a spouse from death was easier than going through a divorce. She ought to know, she’d been through both. The divorce from my stepfather two years ago had been devastating to my mother. Oliver Davidson had raised me from the time I was six as if I’d been his own daughter. But their divorce didn’t break my heart. To my mother’s dismay, Oliver was still in my life, still playing the role of doting father. He even walked me down the aisle today when I got married with my mother flanking my other arm.

My father, Pierce Brighton, had died when I was four. Some freak accident that my mother never wanted to talk about. That was a dark day. My mother stood at the front door crying while two policemen politely tipped their hats, saying how sorry they were for her loss. The rest of the conversation is jumbled in my head. All I remember or understood at the time was that my daddy wasn’t coming home anymore. That was the first time my heart had been broken wide open.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I thought back to that day wishing he could have been here with me now. But in truth, I couldn’t have asked for a better father than Oliver has been. That was in the past. Today was my future. Then I took a deep cleansing breath, embracing the new life I was about to partake. The ceremony had turned out perfectly. Sprinkles of rose pedals flanked each side of the aisle as we approached the archway where Craig stood with all his entourage of best friends. Along with his best man, Joel, there were five groomsmen standing by, which meant I had five bridesmaids in addition to my maid of honor, Lissa. I didn’t really have that many best friends. Two would have been my choice, Kristen and Lissa, but Craig had insisted we have his six good buddies in the wedding. I’d asked a couple of the girls from the restaurant I’d managed along with his two sisters. It turned out to be just right. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect ceremony. Craig looked gorgeous in his dark tux. He wore a white rose on his lapel and his light brown hair was combed back away from his face instead of hanging down over his forehead like it normally did, partially shielding his beautiful blue eyes, which sparkled with love today. Or maybe it was lust. I had t admit I’d been feeling a little lusty myself when I’d seen him standing there as I walked down the aisle and the way he’d grinned during the ceremony I had to hope he was thinking of what he’d be doing later. He looked amazing.

The reception hall exploded with music, food, and laughter. Twenty tables, each graced with white rose bouquet center pieces, circled the dance floor where Craig and I’d just finished all the customary dances. I’d danced with Oliver, while Craig had danced with his mother. Shortly after that, Craig excused himself, kissed me on the cheek and took off toward a group of his buddies he’d gone to college with. I watched him walk. His cool swagger ignited a heat within my core. He was gorgeous. He was mine. All six-foot two inches of taut muscle and smooth flesh. All mine. Lust aroused as I thought about what the evening had in store for us. When he reached the guys, he took the shot glass one of them held out, filled with something I assumed was Jack Daniels.

A fast tune blared from the speakers as the D-Jay stood behind a large black console pushing buttons on his equipment. Couples danced, mostly women bopping to the beat with each other as their husbands, boyfriends, or dates stood around drinking beer or cocktails solving all the problems of the world.

“Grace! Come on. You can’t miss this. It’s your wedding.” Kristen grabbed my arm and tugged me into the line dance that had quickly formed in the middle of the room. Her soft green gown flowed over the floor along with her and I giggled trying my best to keep up. Line dancing wasn’t exactly my strong suit. I managed a restaurant and bar, or had until I’d met Craig. I’d always been the one standing back watching all the fun from the other side of the bar. Until that night he walked through the room. His eyes caught mine. He smirked then proceeded to ignore me for an hour. I only knew he was ignoring me because I couldn’t stop glancing over at the table where he sat with his back to me while he laughed and joked with his friends. It was almost an hour to the minute before he came up to the bar and asked what time I got off work. I’d been completely taken by surprise. Here was this gorgeous man who could probably have had any woman in the entire bar—of which there were at least half a dozen beautiful ladies milling about—and he was asking me what time I finished. I’d taken a step back, unsure he was even speaking to me. To this day, I still wonder what it was about me that attracted him to me that night. I hadn’t exactly been dressed with the intention of attracting a guy, especially someone like Craig. I had very little make-up on and my hair hadn’t been washed for three days. In fact, I’d had to pull it back into a pony tail just to make it through another day before shampooing again. My hair was waist long and took forever to dry and style.

When I didn’t answer Craig right away, he’d asked again. I stammered a bit, but then found my voice and told him seven-thirty. He then informed me that he’d be waiting for me at the front door because he was taking me to dinner. I thought for sure he’d just been kidding around, but there he was standing at the door at seven-thirty. I hadn’t been in the habit of dating customers, but there was something about Craig that I couldn’t resist.

Kristen grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my reverie. She gave me a, what’s-wrong-with-you look and I realized I’d been so engrossed in my thoughts of Craig that I’d been standing there beside her without moving. “Sorry.” I smiled and began to copy what the other dancers were doing, but as hard as I tried to follow the gal’s steps in front of me, I still messed up. Just as I was beginning to get the turns down, the confusing and exhausting line dance ended. I wrapped my arms around Kristen as we laughed and hugged each other.

“That was nuts,” I proclaimed, holding my hand over my chest trying desperately to catch my breath.

“It would have been easier if you’d moved your feet more in the beginning.” She laughed. “I bet you were daydreaming about Craig, right? I know I would have been. Grace, you just married the most eligible and richest bachelor in this county. You must be ecstatic!”

Not to mention maybe a little overwhelmed, I thought to myself. Then I ran my fingertips down the delicate white lace and pearl gown I wore to smooth it out. I’d found the dress online. At first, my mother had squawked at the idea of purchasing a wedding dress online. She couldn’t imagine not being able to try it on first and she was a little disappointed not to be able to go out shopping for it. She’d always told me that was something she’d been looking forward to since the day I was born. I had assured her though, that no matter what, it could always be altered. When it arrived, all her doubts were forgotten as soon as I lifted it out of the package. It was the most gorgeous gown we’d ever set eyes on. It was sleeveless with scalloped bodice and fell low in the back followed by a line of tiny pearl buttons. The delicate material hugged my rear end, then draped to the floor, fanning out behind me. 

“The wedding was beautiful. And you make the most beautiful bride, Grace. I know Craig has been so utterly enamored by you today,” Kristin said. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you during the ceremony.”

And I hadn’t been able to tear mine away from his either. This had been a fairy tale day to be sure. Kristen embraced me then bounced her way back onto the dance floor to join a small group of ladies bopping to the tune of ACDC’s, “You Shook Me All Night Long.” The giddiness building up inside of me, made me want to shout with glee and I couldn’t contain the smile on my face as I went in search of my new husband. New as of about three hours ago. I believed it was time to cut the cake.

Glancing around the large ballroom of the Terra d’Oro for my husband, elated about referring to Craig as my husband, I didn’t spot him anywhere. I strolled across the wooden dance floor and headed for the door to the outside patio, passing decorated tables cluttered with empty and half full glasses of champagne, sidestepping guests with a polite apologetic, I’ll-be-right-back-gesture with my finger, in search of the man I’d be sleeping with every night for the rest of my life. The patio was much like the inside with partially filled glasses of champagne and other mixed cocktails. Oliver hadn’t skimped on the amenities; that was for certain. He hadn’t even made a remark when my mother announced that there had to be an open bar at her only daughter’s wedding. I never had any doubts about Oliver’s love for me. He’d adopted me as his own shortly after he’d married my mom. When they divorced two years ago, he made it quite clear that he would always be a part of my life. That, I was, for all intents and purposes, still his daughter and would always be. So of course, when it came to funding the wedding, he was all in, even though I had assured him that it wasn’t necessary since Craig’s family was essentially wealthy and had offered to fund the event, but Oliver would hear of it.

At least Craig’s parents were pleased with the way the wedding turned out. His parents lived on the Tiburon Peninsula, a ritzy neighborhood in the hills across the bay from San Francisco where the average priced home ranged from one point five million to fifteen million dollars.

I searched around the small gatherings of various guests for Craig, but didn’t see him anywhere. Where was he?

“Gracie,” Joel, Craig’s best man sang my name as he sidled up close to me and draped his arm around my shoulders.

I laughed. “Joel, are you drunk?”

“Nope. But I’m on my way. It’s not every day one of the four Kemosabes gets hitched.” The endearing term used by the four grown men since—I was told—the fourth grade, came out a bit slurred, but most definitely understood. “You’ve stolen him away with your charm and our little private club will never be the same.”

I laughed again. “Trust me; I’ll do my best to make sure Craig always stays close friends with all of you.”

“You better, or I’ll just have to steal you away from him. You’re too good for him anyway.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, but… have you seen Craig? I haven’t been able to find him.”
He pursed his lips together making tiny wrinkles on his lips as he peered over me, his eyes narrowing as he searched the area. “He’s not out here. Last time I saw him he was at the bar with Clancy.”

“Okay thanks,” I said and slipped away before he had a chance to stop me and searched for Clancy, aka Les Clancy, another member of said Kemosabes. Clancy was right where I thought he’d be. Still standing at the bar where I’d seen him last having a shot of something with Craig. But no Craig anywhere in sight. I sighed. I didn’t want to talk to Les, I just wanted my husband.

“Grace!” Kristen caught my arm again. “Come dance.”

“Later. I need to find Craig. Have you seen him?”

She shook her head. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. It’s his wedding.” She gave me that silly grin she had when ever she’d been drinking and twirled back onto the dance floor, ignoring me. God, was everyone drunk at this wedding except me? I just hoped Oliver was still okay with having to pay for all the booze that seemed to be slipping way too easily down everyone’s throats. I walked out into the hallway. I might as well take advantage of the time and visit the ladies room, which was all the way down at the other end of the hallway. I passed a couple a closed doors on the way and strolled by one left slightly ajar. I back-stepped as I heard someone moaning. I stopped and heard it again. Thinking someone was ill, I pushed the door all the way open and stared at the two bodies entangled in a frenzied heat.

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A Caress So Right

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A Caress So Right
by E.a. Reynolds
Interracial Heat 6
 
 
Dane Clark is sexy and makes Amyas Washington’s heart beat fast, but Dane is wrong for him and Amyas knows it. Dane is the kind of man who could steal his heart and leave him devastated when the fling is over. But Amyas can’t stay away, even when tragedy strikes and Amyas’s ex walks back into his life, determined to pick up where they left off.
Dane isn’t looking for a long-term relationship, but he does want companionship. The problem is, Amyas draws him like a moth to a flame, and he’s sweet. But he’s all wrong for him, and Dane knows it. So why can’t he stay away, even with Amyas’s crazy ex-boyfriend running around?
Despite his attempts to back away from Dane, Amyas finds himself thrown into Dane’s waiting arms in his hour of need. And a simple shoulder to cry on becomes a blooming love affair that leaves them both branded on each other’s souls. 
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The Final KO by Jessica Florence

 
Title: The Final KO
Series: Final Love #1
Author: Jessica Florence
Release Date: Jan 14, 2016
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I fight bitches for a living.

Which makes finding a decent guy hard when you’re a female MMA fighter. None of them have been my equal. I yearn for a man who can push me to reach new heights and challenge me. A man who will treat me like a lady then lift me up by my ass and impale me against the wall.

But when Arson Kade, MMA’s top fighter and notorious manwhore declares he’s that man for me I have my doubts. Any sane woman would.

There seems to be more to Arson than the rumors that surround him, but will it make me fall hard or run for the hills?
I know I’ve got no choice but to hold on for the ride.

It’s the main event and my heart’s on the line
But will it be the Final KO?

 
  
 
 
 
“He’s not my boyfriend. My agent sent him as my date.” I felt a strange need to let him know that I wasn’t attached. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath. When they opened again, I swore I could have orgasmed right there in the garden. The eye fucking he was giving me was so raw, I found myself leaning in to get closer.

“Good. You deserve so much more.” I took a step back, trying to disconnect whatever this was. He was Arson-fucking-Kade, MMA’s notorious bad boy. I didn’t need that. He was not the man I was looking for. I tried to take another step, but his strong arms reached out and brought me flush with his hard body. I didn’t even think there were any words for how his body being pressed up against mine made me feel. Every part of me was alive and sensitive.

“Ask me what you deserve.” His breath danced across my cheek. I complied without a fight.

“What do I deserve?” I spoke softly, looking into his eyes. A low rumble came from his chest and I knew I had pleased him. I felt my sex start to throb from the feeling of pleasing this man.

“You deserve to be treated like the fucking warrior goddess you are—beautiful, strong, perfect. You deserve a man that can worship your body all night, softly, then pull your hair back and fuck you till you scream out in release, over and over. You deserve an equal in life, but a man to dominate you in bed. You deserve the flowers and the fucks.” His fingers gripped my bare back harder, bringing me closer to him. His hips flexed and I felt his cock hard against my sex. I mewled at the feeling.

God, I wanted exactly what he said. I wanted it so badly. It was actually all I had ever wanted, but could never find. Sparks flew throughout my nerves as his nose ran along my neck. The feeling of his breath and soft touch was thrilling and yet terrifying; he affected me so strongly. Did he think he was that man he described? I wasn’t so sure. Arson Kade didn’t do flowers, he just did the fucks.

“I don’t even know you,” I whispered, but still allowed him to hold me close and tease me with his nose touching my neck.

“You will.” His voice was strong but whispered like mine. Shivers broke out over my skin.

“Rayne!” The annoying voice of my date broke through the sexual haze Arson had created around us. I leapt out of his arms, and he let me. What the hell was I doing letting him get close to me? I turned and started walking when Arson’s hand reached out and grabbed mine, stopping me. I turned and looked at him, about to tell him to let me go, when he spoke.

“You can fight everything else, Rayne, but you won’t win this one. This will happen. It’s what you deserve and I am the one to show you that.” He let go, and with his parting words I turned and went back to the courtyard, then to the real bathroom to clean up my now drenched panties.

 
 
 
 
Jessica Florence,Kaleidoscope of Romance

When she’s not writing her next invigorating story. You can find her running her own business, and spending time with her husband and daughter in southwest florida.

Jessica loves to interact with her readers!

Fun Knowledge About Me:
I love mythology!
I am a natural survivalist.
I am a outdoorsy girl, love to hangout out on my boat, fish, camp, kayak, geocache (look it up)
I am a big movie, music, and book nerd
LOVEEEEE Harry Potter.

 
  
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Football Sundae

 
FOOTBALL SUNDAE by Daryl Banner
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