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Since you and Crispin are now finished and I have a few hours to kill, how about that shag?” he asked with heavy irony. “Bite me,” I sighed, gathering up the pages. He winked. “Of course. My second-favorite thing to do in bed.

Jeaniene Frost

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Jeaniene Frost
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 13
Author
Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
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Bites
Second
Irony
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Favorite
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Bed
Shag
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Finished
Winked
Hours
Heavy
Sighed
Thing
Pages
Bite
Kill
Gathering

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