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One touch is all it takes...

One moment Melachine is crossing the street, and the next she’s crashing into the male of her dreams. He’s built like a warrior of old, with the sexiest fangs and the most perfect lips imaginable. And he won’t let go. She stares up, up at him in awe, because she can see her unborn offspring in his harsh hazel eyes. 


“I am Kroga of Seventy-Five,” he rasps. “Who is the manager of your line?” 


Her eyes widen. Should she tell this male who she is, and allow him to offer for her hand? Or should she run away? Because, everyone knows Kroga is nothing but trouble…

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