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I’ve felt half-dead ever since I lost my husband, but Anson Miller’s touch makes me feel alive again.
Anson keeps telling me he’s a bad guy, no good for me, but I see through his gruff exterior. He’s not the Grinch he pretends to be, but the question is . . . why is he trying so hard to stay hidden?
There’s something lurking in his past, something that could threaten our future. He says he can’t fight it, only outrun it, and until me, he’s never had something worth staying for.
He tried to keep his distance, he gave me every reason to stay away. He says he’s not good for me, but when he touches me—nothing has ever felt better.
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