About The Lumberjack’s Quirky Girl
How could Braden Oakley—all six-foot-four of pure sex—ask me out three minutes after we met? The devastatingly gorgeous lumberjack should have nothing in common with little miss artsy-pants—aka, me. So how come the harder I try to stay away, the more I end up wrapped up in his muscled arms begging for more of his hard…wood?
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