The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
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THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE
Young Adult
Entangled With My Hockey Step-brother
FRACTURED Goodness
FORBIDDEN ICE: CLAIMING THE CAPTAIN'S SISTER
THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION
The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love
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