Landon Strauss owned my heart until the
day I peeked at his journal. The shock of a lifetime tore us apart. My hero-turned-villain-turned-amnesia. Five years later, I don't expect the shirtless behemoth who comes barreling through my door. Saying we're in trouble. Can I count on the man who hates my guts to protect me?
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