"Stranded in a blizzard with a rugged stranger, Lex indulges her every fantasy with only one rule: no questions. But then Crowley shows up on her doorstep months later, looking for more." So this threatening-looking muscle-bound asshole on the cover stalks her to her fucking front door uninvited, and we're supposed to think "how romantic?" There's a word for the authors of this kind of garbage. What's the opposite of keeper?
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Monday, November 1, 2021
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