Zyana Beauty

Zyana Beauty

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 22, 2016
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Fiction
Mystery
When Zyana Beauty is suspected to have been murdered by a Neo nazi Skinhead, two of her ex lovers, Robert Wimbledon and Ryan Raspberry, hit the road in search of the suspected culprit. Tensions are high as Robert dives into the Neo nazi underworld headfirst posing as a Neo nazi while Ryan watches his back with an iron fist.
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