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2024-10-29 19:42:56"What're you doing here?" She muttered after her brain had finally regained it's ability to function and her mouth to speak. The two were thankfully back to working together; allowing her to finally verbalise and not shrivel in her mortification.
Mortification that he had seen her twerking out. Wiggling her butt like her life depended on it. Otherwise, she might really run like she had
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Hey guys! It feels like ages since I last wrote to you all. Firstly, I just want to say how overwhelmed I am by the support I've received on this book. Some of you have reached out on F******k to ask about the lack of updates and that went to show that my work means something to someone out there. For that, I'll forever be grateful. With that being said, I would like to take this this time to announce some exciting news. Yes, there's a new book on the block written by yours truly. If you enjoyed reading COLD, you'll no doubt adore MR KING. Please check out MR KING. Do not fret, COLD has not been neglected. It is drawing closer to the end, that's all I'm willing to say right now;). Happy reading! Stay safe xx
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