Not the Victim

Not the Victim

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Lanner Flinch wasn't the kind of girl you would take home to meet your parents, she was the kind of girl you would bring to your ex-girlfriends wedding. She was cunning, promiscuous and numb all at the same time. When she meets her mate, half way through his window in the middle of the night, clad in black as his dog growled at the intruder, she was quick to reject him. But Lanner finds it harder and harder to keep all traces of this werewolf and her past life out of her present situation. Dealing with miscommunicated identities, drugs and true love, Lanner never expected her petty life to get so complicated, but there's one thing that Lanner is sure about--she refuses to be the victim.
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