Winter Wedding
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Last published Sat, Aug 13, 2022
Book 4 of Sex with a Beast Series
~Book Blurb~
"Jason stood at the door in a daze as he looked over the shredded garment bag.
Pulling open the bag, he saw the vibrant white dress he wasn't supposed to see until the day she walked down the aisle.
Now, it was nothing but ruined material, destroyed by whatever predator touched their grounds. "
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