β Scribed by Vanessa Vale
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Julia Duke is hungry for some Grade-A Beefcake. And she's going to get it. A combo meal with double the meat.
Remember: With a Vanessa Vale book, one cowboy is never enough. In this smokin' hot series, each heroine gets an extra helping (or two) of Grade-A Beefcake.
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