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๐ด๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ .
๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐โ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ด ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐.
๐ผ โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐.
๐ฟ๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ . ๐ป๐’๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ก ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐ก โ๐๐, ๐๐ข๐ก โ๐’๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐โ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐.
๐ป๐ ๐๐ข๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ โ๐ข๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐, โ๐ โ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ต๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐.
**๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐จ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ต๐๐๐: ๐ช๐๐๐๐ & ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ 140,000 ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.
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Tell me, Rebecca, are you looking for answers or an escape?”
Both, is that so shameful? Who wouldn’t want to escape such a dangerous situation?
“I’m keeping myself alive,” I quipped, irritated at his insinuation.
“If that’s the case, you’re not doing a very good job.” His eyes lifted to indicate my presence out on the dark street.
“Are you saying you’re a threat to my safety?”
“That’s what you want to believe, isn’t it?”
“It’s not a matter of want. I’m trying to be cautious, but obviously, I trusted you enough to come out here.” My voice trailed off with the reluctant admission.
Lochlan slowly pulled back, and my body shuddered at the loss. “If you’re being cautious, then you won’t pretend Ronan is something he's not. His past is far uglier than you could imagine.” He turned to start walking away when I called after him.
“Funny, he gave me the same warning about you.”
He glanced over his shoulder with a look as sharp as a razor’s edge. “For once, he isn’t wrong.” As his figure retreated, his booted feet didn't make a single sound on the glistening pavement.
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Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she's a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.
With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.
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