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Halfway to the Grave - Jeaniene Frost


Something hard was pressed against my belly. “Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?”
“In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.”


I'm having way more fun than the first time I read this. Last year, my innocent mind wasn't trained to follow some of the sexual innuendos right away.