A CUPCAKE FOR MY WARRIOR-MATE
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“I cannot. . . I feel as if I cannot damn well think with this mad need I have for you,” he groaned into the hollow of her throat. “By the moon goddess, I am not an untried lad, but I cannot stop, Germaine.”
She threaded her fingers through his long hair and murmured. “I have no wish for you to stop, Keratin.”
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Celebrating victories does not mean werewolves appear out of thin air, or do they?
Germaine is celebrating with her friends in her bakery, one night, when three men, who obviously look out of place, suddenly appear, claiming they are from another world and need her help.
She find
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