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com Publishing History Linda Kage, June 2018 ISBN-13: 978-1370924936 Smashwords Edition Credits Cover Artist: Kage Covers Editor: Summer at Red Pen Revolution Proofreader: Shelby at Book Lovers Have More Fun Proofreader: Shelley at 2 Book Lovers Reviews Proofreader: Judy at Judy’s Proofreading Created with Vellum

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

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He threw his head back for a moment before slamming his hands onto the desk. “Cosy,” Knox repeated, his parrot green eyes gleaming. "A knitted brick-red jersey. It's a tactile payoff! The customer sees the dramatic plaid, the moody textures, an' then they see that—that warm, invitin' weight o' the knit." He grabbed a piece of scrap fabric– a chunky wool swatch he had been using as a coaster– and held it up against the mulberry and plaid sketch. "It works perfectly. The brick red gives that final touch o' warmth tae pull the whole story thegither. It keeps the collection fae becomin' too cauld, too distant." He was already scribbling notes furiously now, his handwriting a jagged scrawl of ide

“I got about a week’s worth?” “That’s perfect,” I said, clearing my throat. “There’s a crochet blanket in her crib—the blue one that Chelsea made. And her books are on the shelf.” He nodded and disappeared back into the nursery. I heard him moving around, the soft thud of books being stacked, and I tried to focus on my packing. Underwear, bras, socks.