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The Girl In Braids

The Girl In Braids

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 21, 2019
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Isabelle Smith was happy with her life. She had a job she enjoyed, a loving brother, loving friends and she was the best boxer in her state. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous and she didn't get any guys, and she didn't care. Until Ethan Woods came along. Ethan is the kind of bad boy girls would love to have but cannot touch. Frankly, he was a boxer as well One match brought the two worlds crashing down when Ethan forfeits a match because he doesn't want to hurt Isabelle. Isabelle, wanting nothing more than to finish the one match between her and accepting the title of "National Champion Boxer Of Canada". Ethan, with his unconditional love for her in the way of his competitive life. They both have one option left, and its not gonna be pretty.
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