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Only Love (One and Only, #3)

by Melanie Harlow (Goodreads Author)

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Laura’s Notes & Highlights

Book cover for Fake The Game (Vancouver Tridents, #2)

Fake The Game (Vancouver Tridents, #2) by Julia Jarrett

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There’s no more denying it for me. I want to be the woman to put Maverick King’s heart back together again.

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“Finally, she’s satisfied with her appearance and takes the bigger jersey, puts her arms in, and slips it over her head. “How’s this?” she asks, her voice uncertain. I flick my eyes over at her and my heart stops. I swallow. Her hair is down and curling up around her face. A soft bloom tints her cheeks, and her lips are deep red.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, I Bet You

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“As her thumb slowly rubbed back and forth, my heart cracked open and I did something I hadn’t done since my mother died—I cried. A lone tear glided down my right cheek as I blinked quickly, trying to get my eyes to dry up before anyone could witness it. Oblivious to my emotional meltdown, Ava sighed wistfully. “I yuv you sixty-seven pounds.” The first tear that fell was quickly followed by another, and I discreetly wiped them away and cleared my throat. “I love you, too, Bug.” Gazing”
― Jamie Schlosser, Dancer

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