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J. Lovelace

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Born

Miami, The United States

Genre

Fiction, Romance, Contemporary

Influences

Eric Jerome Dickey, Shakespeare, Zane and Life

Member Since

August 2014

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J. Lovelace is a freelance journalist, editor, and published author. She earned her undergraduate degree from the University of South Florida with a bachelor’s in Creative Writing and Public and Organizational Communications. Originally from Miami, she currently resides in Orlando, Florida, with her husband, daughter and son while pursuing a graduate education.

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Average rating: 3.72 · 36 ratings · 15 reviews · 3 distinct works

	Bad as in Good 3.84 avg rating — 31 ratings — published 2014 — 4 editions	Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Rate this book Clear rating 1 of 5 stars 2 of 5 stars 3 of 5 stars 4 of 5 stars 5 of 5 stars
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Opulence # 4

China’s eyes were covered by a haze of lasciviousness. Her lips slightly spread as she ran the tips of her fingers up my spine. When our eyes met, she mischievously smirked. “China,” I whispered.

As if the sound of my voice cracked the daze China had engulfed herself within, she frowned. She ran her soft palm up my forearm and then pulled me into her embrace. Before I could pull away, she sucked my Read more of this blog post »

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