Right there under the curve of his arm felt like home, and she couldn't imagine how the city with all its music and lights and energy was going to complete with the pleasure and wonder of being with Charlie Landau.
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B.J. Burgess
Bookworm extraordinaire with a caffeine addiction, I’ve spent years dodging reality in the pages of novels—from spine-tingling thrillers to Westerns that make me feel like a cowboy. Join my chaotic love affair with books and movies at Ramblings of a Coffee-Addicted Writer and Gunsmoke & Grit—where words flow faster than my coffee supply!
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