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Stalking The Smut Slut You'll Always Be My Thunder
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Stalking The Smut Slut The Smut Slut
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Stalking The Smut Slut Blurb
A stalker, age-gap dark romanceHarley Savage- She's a small-town girl, who just turned twenty-two, with a head full of ambiguous dreams that reach as high as the stars. However, one incident in her life changes everything, including the once positive outlook she had on things.After her world gets turned upside down by the murder of her brother and her boyfriend, she begins to spiral and eventually loses the sparkle that used to brighten her glimmering blue eyes.She distances herself from her family and friends and finds comfort in the dark, sinister street life.Enter him…Brixton Steele- He watched her long before the murder that took away the loves of her life, but he kept himself in the shadows, lurking, making sure to keep his identity a secret, especially from her.At thirty-five, he's a big city man with a rather unsavory childhood, which has landed him in prison for most of his adult life.She caught his eye at the bookstore one night, and ever since, he hasn't been able to
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Stalking The Smut Slut Our First Storm
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Stalking The Smut Slut The Day the Storm Struck
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