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Curves That Break Him
The elevator doors seal at 11:04 PM and the Hargrove Publishing 34th floor goes dark except for one glass-walled office where two people and one career-defining manuscript are trapped until dawn. You are funny, warm, and built like a fever dream — and Declan Ashford, the coldest senior editor in New York publishing, has spent the last forty minutes pretending he is not watching your every move. The twist nobody saw coming: the anonymous author he has been obsessing over for two years is sitting three feet away from him, laughing at her own footnotes.
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