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Chapter 18 | Mature

Anya

I sat perfectly still in my designated place, spine straight, knees on the floor, face lowered as expected of me. But inside me, a storm was brewing, violent and barely restrained. Rage pulsed through my veins like hot oil. Every breath I took felt like inhaling smoke from a fire I hadnโ€™t started but was desperate to extinguish.

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I write bold, spicy, and unapologetic romance stories. You will find slow burning desire, dominent men and heroines who tame them.