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Not His Type

Not His Type

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Aug 1, 2017
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Romance
He's the boy I can't live with but can't live without. Jules was perfectly content with her life, and then Ryan comes in and decides to change the game. While his father is awaiting trial his new home is Jules house under protection of the police chief her father. But they are nothing more than room mates right? He is just the guy that hit her with his motorcycle and she's the girl that keeps denying getting lost in his turquoise eyes. All rights reserved. Cover created by @becauseofkerri
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