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Mountain Alpha (On Hold)

Mountain Alpha (On Hold)

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"I'm a hot mess, nothing special" Cruz Harris, single mom, moves to a small quiet town nestled in the mountains of northern Georgia. What happens when the town isn't as small and quiet as she originally thought? *****Warning!!!!***** This is my first story EVER! So please, if you see any grammar errors please let me know. Chapters will be short, missing punctuation, there will be periods where I don't update, and just random filler chapters. Again this is my first time writing, I would greatly appreciate yalls inputs.
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