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Ongoing, First published May 02, 2023
Mature
A JakexOFMC Duskwood Romantic Comedy Fanfiction 

Murder. Mystery. Stalking. Death threats.
All things Manon Corvin can deal with.
Wedding planning. Dress shopping. Place settings. Bachelorette and bachelor parties?
She's not so sure about.

Along for the ride are their Duskwood friends.

A trip to the City of Sin, dancing lessons and writing vows just might send them over the edge.
Through it all, the lust and passion that blazed between them never dims.
One thing keeps Manon going through the chaos, Jake's filthy promises to make her forget all about it after the wedding.


Smut in every chapter. No cliffhangers. All happiness and steam and love. 

*I only own the people, plot and things Everbyte had no hand in. This is a sequel to my story: Marked Me Like a Bloodstain.*

Cover art by @Crown.Cupcake
All Rights Reserved
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