Chains and Chapters ( Lingorm )
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When shy, bookish librarian Orm crosses paths with Lingling-the bold, tattooed biker queen with a smirk as dangerous as her ride-the quiet pages of Orm's life get set on fire. What begins with accidental wrenches, greasy fingers, and shameless flirting turns into a slow-burn collision of leather, lace, and late-night confessions. With meddling friends, teasing sleepovers, and more accidental touching than either can handle, this is a hilarious, steamy tale of opposites attracting, boundaries breaking, and chapters waiting to be written... together.
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