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Who is Andrea you ask?

She needs no introduction. With over 7 million reads on her books she is one of the most prolific authors in young adult and romance genres.

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playful romantic couple in yellow and black colour



Love Me? Like You Do.
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"I need you to be my wife." he said lifting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.
    "But we don't love each other." protested Brielle as he crashed his lips against her own. 
    She couldn't think as she kissed him back, intoxicated by his scent and the skillful way his body moved against her own.
    "Please." he said huskily looking into her eyes. "Say yes."
    "Yes." Brielle found herself saying. After all she never had a choice when it came to him.

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