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Saving Grace Small Town Cowboy Romance Rosewood Ranch Series Book 3 Alexandra Banks

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Saving Grace Small Town Cowboy Romance Rosewood Ranch Series Book 3 Alexandra Banks
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Publisher: Willow House Publishing
File Extension: PDF
File size: 1.25 MB
Pages: 155
Author: Alexandra Banks
ISBN: B0DKM114B3
Language: English
Year: 2025

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Saving Grace Small Town Cowboy Romance Rosewood Ranch Series Book 3 Alexandra Banks by Alexandra Banks B0DKM114B3 instant download after payment.

Small Town Cowboy Romance Genre...
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Prologue
LOUISA
he flat stone roof beneath my bare feet is hot. Sweat trickles down my spine, sending the worst kind of shiver after it. The
air is spice, rancid, and barreling down my throat with each breath.
I’ve been here before.
A voyeur to this recurring nightmare, featuring my son.
This time—it’s different.
Yelling in the streets drifts to the rooftop I’m standing on. Words I don’t understand; the tone and sentiment I do.
Military vehicles roll into the street. Smoke follows. Like it always does. A gust wraps my threadbare cotton nightgown
around, tangling it between my legs. I’m trapped.
Forced to witness this every night.
I know what happens next. The gibberish on the street gives way to English. The sound of his voice closes in. Any minute
now, I will turn back to see him push through the door to the roof with weapons drawn. Every inch of him covered in camo. But
those eyes are the deep blue of my husband’s. That face, my own. That smile, not that it is used over here often, hidden; I know
it will bloom like Harry’s when he is happy

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