You're probably not going to believe a word I say. If you're like everyone else I've told, you're going to read this and tell me to get help. That's fine, because the only thing I care about is finding my winged hero. So whether you believe me or not, if you see him, tell him I'm searching for him, and I have no plans to give up. Because when a man can kiss like that—can make you feel alive in every grain of your being—there's no comparison. The only clue I have to find him is his first name. Owen.
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Seduction's Kiss
RomanceNever agree to a road trip to New Orleans with your roommate. At least not when your roommate is dragging you along while she reconnects with an ex-boyfriend. Possible consequences of failing to take my advice: 1) Unknowingly going out with a vampi...
