Fiona Murphy

A vivid and essential memoir of deafness, disability and identity by Australian writer Fiona Murphy

The Shape of Sound

Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money can't buy. Three big beautiful women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love. It's hard to believe when I get the call: an offer to work for one of the Sabatini brothers. Cesare and Dante head a real estate firm that buys, sells, and owns some of the most spectacular real estate in Chicago. Dante Sabatini is the youngest of the brothers, and even though he's an arrogant manwhore he doesn't come close to the a$$hole level of the oldest Sabatini, Cesare. While I work for Dante, Cesare is in the office across the hall—and too close for comfort. I'm not sure what misfiring synapse has my stomach flipping a thousand times a minute or my skin hot and tight when the man is around, but I'm doing my best to ignore it. Even if I weren't a virgin, I'm very aware getting involved with Cesare Sabatini would be a complete disaster. Until the moment I find out Cesare is having the same problem. The insanely gorgeous billionaire wants me? I'm a plus-size woman who has become numb to insults I have heard about my weight. I'm far from numb at the idea of throwing caution to the wind and giving in to the dirty demands Cesare whispered in my ear. Then I get a call I never thought I would have to deal with. My little sister is being blackmailed. I need twenty five thousand dollars or her future goes up in flames. I'm borrowing it, I'll put it right back. When Cesare finds out, he demands twenty-five days and nights of my body. Only once I'm in his home and life, twenty-five days isn't enough—I want forever. But what does Cesare want? This is the first in a standalone series. No cliffhanger ending. Keywords: BBW Romance, Curvy Romance, Curvy woman romance, Billionaire Romance, Alpha billionaire, Jealous Possessive, Multicultural interracial romance, over the top alpha, OTT alpha, office romance, boss romance, rich man poor woman romance, first time romance, virgin romance

BBW Romance

His Dirty Demands

"You’re getting married. Milos Levin needs a wife. He heads the Russian mafia—Bratva—here in Chicago. It’s time for him to get married, he wants kids and he wants them soon.” Ice slides down my spine. Milos Levin is a man who has haunted my dreams and nightmares for the last four years. As the daughter of the Don of the Outfit, I knew this was a possibility. Yet I hoped since I made it to the ancient age of twenty-three, I was safe from a mob marriage. I’m the weird cat lady, too fat, and my mother is half Filipino. I shouldn’t have anyone asking for me—but Milos isn’t asking for me. All he wants is a woman who fits his needs, someone who will cement his relationship with the Outfit and give him the children he wants. He would take my sister if she were willing because, as he told Carlo, all women are the same in the dark. But Carlo picked me, and I’ll do anything to protect my little sister. Or so I tell myself—but that’s the biggest lie of all. The truth is four years ago I met Milos Levin on a freezing February morning, and I’ve never been the same since. I’ll marry him because I think that day, as crazy as it sounds, I fell in love with him. But I can’t let Milos know that. Ever. He’s mafia, and whatever the name, their ways are all the same: take until there’s nothing left, then leave the enemy broken. I won’t be broken by him, or anyone. I won’t become my mother, willing to endure the affairs and lies in exchange for the money and status. *** **Four years and three months—one thousand, five hundred and forty-seven days—I have known Celia was mine. I have watched over her, listened to her, protected her. There is nothing I have not done and would not do to keep her safe and mine. What it started as. I do not know. but now it can only be defined as an obsession. Celia is mine. Like me, she has known it all this time. Why she is suddenly fighting me as our wedding day draws closer, I do not understand. It does not matter. The day is nothing more than a formality. I have never claimed to be a good or patient man. For her I was. That time is at an end. My kitten is baring her claws. She will find the veneer of civility I show the world is far thinner than she ever imagined—for in the end I am Bratva. We take what we want, ruthlessly and completely, and we never let it go.** ***This is a standalone first in series that does not end in a cliffhanger. While Tony and Dominic Sabatini from the HIS: Sabatini Family series appear, you need not have read them to enjoy this. This novel includes spankings and rough sexual scenes. If such things offend you, please do not purchase. *** *Keywords: dark mafia romance, age gap romance, jealous possessive, OTT alpha, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, obsessive hero, interracial romance, curvy woman, BBW romance

Bratva Bound

Beautiful Broken Obsession

I can't believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball, wants me. Amelia Bishop...I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors. If he hadn't said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he told me my curves are what he wants.An arrogant a$$hole with tattoos, a diamond glinting in his ear, and a dirty mouth promising wicked things, Chris Baldwin is no boy. Chris is all man, and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl, I'm trying to remember I don't swoon, sin, or--wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, and those bright blue eyes aren't safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.As appealing as the idea of sinning with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris has been on a steady diet of strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves at all. Chris is major league; I would get laughed out of little league.I'm also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is, Chris isn't worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.Only I can't deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I'm no longer Chris's lawyer and it's open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, as his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?***While this novel is a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***

His Sweetest Sin

Holly I never thought I would end up a housekeeper scrubbing floors on my hands and knees for one of the most obnoxious a$$holes I've ever met. It doesn’t matter if the floors are in a million-plus dollar condo, in one of Chicago’s most exclusive addresses. I never had huge aspirations for my future but it certainly wasn't this. While even his sister thinks he’s best taken in small doses, she offers me a job I can’t refuse. I need this job, and it’s not like it’s forever, just until I’m not on the edge of poverty. Let him be the unrepentant manwhore who didn’t do repeats. It’s better for him not to be at home, so close that my stupid body goes nuts when I even think of him. It’s better this way, because he could never want me. I’m a plus size not a size two model he’s used to having. I’m safe, it doesn’t matter how badly I want him, he doesn’t want me. Does he? Ethan In my world, the stakes are high, million dollar high, so no, I’m not nice. I don’t say please or thank you and I never apologize. If you have a problem with that, it’s your problem not mine. I didn’t make partner at one of the biggest law firms in Chicago at only thirty-two with my winning personality. I’m on top because I make money for my clients, whether it’s a high stakes takeover, or a player getting paid every dime he’s worth. My clients come out on top. I have worked hard for the life I have, the million-dollar condo, the Ferrari in the garage, and the hottest woman on my arm and in my bed. So, if my b!tch of a new housekeeper wants to look down on me, like I give a fu*k. My one weakness, my little sister parked me with a housekeeper who is far from perfect. Okay, she has the cooking and the cleaning down. But damn, does she have an attitude and a mouth on her that smiles even when she’s insulting me. It’s a good thing she isn’t my type, or I would make her pay the best way possible. At least, I’m trying to tell my c@ck she’s not my type, only the a$$ole has had his own idea since he saw her. It won’t last long though, it never wants any woman for long. When she offers herself to me, it’s with a contract where I hold all the control, all I have to do is sign.

His Under Contract

Any minute I’m going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn’t happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl—that I’m to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder. Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He’s marrying so far beneath him it’s absurd. No to all of it. Tomorrow I’m going to marry the man of my dreams, a nice, kind accountant. I’m going to have the safe, boring life I’ve always longed for. I have to escape this nightmare. But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his. This a mafia romance with dark elements. While this is the first book in a series it is a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger.

The Sabatini Family

His: Dominic

Any minute I'm going to wake up from this nightmare. Being tied up and thrown in the trunk of a car doesn't happen in real life. Except the silk tie around my wrists feels very real. And my father, Johnny Conti, the head of the Outfit, is telling me to be a good girl--that I'm to be the wife of the man who tied me up and has me over his wide shoulder. Some women might swoon over gorgeous Dominic Sabatini with his blue eyes, dimples, and muscled body in a silk suit. Not me. Those are just distractions from who, what he really is: a ruthless killer with blood on his hands and ice in his veins.There is no way Dominic could actually want to marry me. A virgin, curvy, buried in an all-girls Catholic boarding school for most of my life and seventeen years younger than him. He's marrying so far beneath him it's absurd. No to all of it. Tomorrow I'm going to marry the man of my dreams, a nice, kind accountant. I'm going to have the safe, boring life I've always longed for. I have to escape this nightmare. But Dominic growls I belong to him and he keeps what is his. This a mafia romance with dark elements. While this is the first book in a series it is a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger.

Dominic: Sabatini Family, #1

A Favor

**New copy edit as of 4/8/15**I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. He’s always so charming and gorgeous and everyone in the office loves him but not me. He’s my competition and I hate him. I deserve the promotion, I’ve given not just my nights but my weekends and even my marriage to this company and I deserve the promotion. Only it’s Alex my bosses are patting on the back and taking meetings with. I’m positive the only reason Alex is nice and smiling to me is because he’s trying to throw me off my game. Men as gorgeous as him don’t let their eyes linger on fat girls like me. He’s blueblood, I’m south side Chicago below the poverty line, he’s Harvard and I’m night school six years to get a degree, on paper it’s laughable. He can’t really want me, there has to be something he’s hiding, a hidden agenda only he knows.There is and when I finally find out I’m going to have the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. The company I’ve put my life into or a chance at the kind of love I never believed existed before.This is a standalone novella at 35,472 words Please be aware it is erotic romance and explicit in nature.

His Hidden Agenda

**Newly revised copy edit as of 4/17/15**Ellie Shaw has been in love with Greg Turner since she first met him at sixteen. It doesn’t matter that now at twenty-four he still treats her like a kid sister, Ellie still loves him. So, why did her body go haywire when she first met Dmitri Markhoff? Dmitri was taking over the company she had worked so hard to keep going; Ellie wasn’t part of the bargain. Okay, she needed the job of personal assistant he was offering, and it was only for three months. That was more than enough time to save money so that once the time was up she could support herself while she found another job, she would move back to Alexandria and be near Greg. She loved Greg. Hormones—and never having been touched—were all that was making her feel the way she did about Dmitri. She was sure of it. Besides all of that, men as gorgeous as Dmitri Markhoff didn’t look twice at women like her, who wore a dress size in the double digits; they went for models that were a size zero.Dmitri Markhoff is a ruthless corporate raider and had long given up on soft feelings for women. He enjoyed their bodies and paid for it in diamonds and other trinkets. All he wants is Elise’s lush body, which has the kind of curves that should come with a warning sign; love isn’t something he’s looking for. When he figures out that Elise is untouched, his body goes into overdrive. Even though he’s aware that keeping her is wrong, since all he wants is sex, he’s having the hardest time letting her go.This is a standalone novella at 37,274 words. You can read an excerpt on my blog: http://fionamurphyeroticromance.blogspot.com/2014/03/cover-blurb-and-excerpt-for-his-hostile.html

His Hostile Takeover

Sarah Hell... I'm going to hell. I can hear the nuns now, condemning me, and I deserve it. How could I have let Maxwell Brandt kiss me? A man I found disgusting at the way he treated woman-as if they were disposable, to be used then thrown away. It didn't matter who he was, or how much money he had. He was a horrible person. Who the hell am I kidding? I'm just as bad because I let him kiss me. Then I did the unthinkable and kissed him back, with a hunger I've never felt before. All of this while my fianc� was in the same house. It was a horrible mistake, one that can never happen again. I love Kevin. I want to make a life with him, not be used by a man who won't remember my name a month from now. What Kevin and I have built is real and I'm not throwing it all away. It didn't matter if no other man, including Kevin, had made me feel the way Max did, it was wrong. Despite the fact Max keeps coming back to entice me, I stand firm. I won't cheat on Kevin. I won't become that person, no matter how badly my body wants him. I don't want to want him.Until the moment he drops a bomb that destroys everything. Kevin has been cheating. His words destroy the illusion I've been hiding behind, because I know he's telling the truth. Knew it in the way Kevin has gradually been pulling away... late nights out with the guys, his disinterest in me, and the way he's twice pushed back the date of the wedding. I hadn't wanted to believe, had been willfully blind to preserve the promise of a future with a man I believed I loved. All I want is to hide and lick my wounds, but Max won't let me. With Kevin gone, he demands I fulfill the promise of that kiss. I don't understand how a man like him wants a plus size woman like me, when my own fianc� refused to date me before I lost weight. Yet, he does, refuses to go away. In a rush of anger, pain, and hunger, I give in. The feeling of being wanted by a man like Max wiping away the humiliation of Kevin's betrayal. Maybe a fling, a rebound affair, is exactly what I need. No promises, no expectations, and no broken heart. At least, that's the way it started.MaxOut of curiosity, to get a look at the fianc�e who put up with a cheating weasel like Kevin Jarvis, I find myself looking into the bright green eyes of a woman who makes my body hard with longing. Then the weasel does the unimaginable and introduces green eyes as his fianc�e. Even though she looks at my hand like it's a grenade about to go off, she takes it and we both feel the attraction. We're both in deep shit now, because I know she feels what I feel and I'm about to go after her, fianc� or not.I don't care if she stays with Kevin. I just want her body. Besides, it won't last long, desire never does and I don't want her clinging after it's over. Only, the bitch keeps pushing me away, denying us both the satisfaction our bodies crave. Her sanctimonious refusal as she uses Kevin and her engagement ring as a shield pisses me off. I didn't want to drop a bomb, but if it gets me what I want, her in my bed, then I'm not going to flinch from it. I need her to satisfy this craving that's eating me from the inside out. I'll make her pay for making us both wait. I'm not her ex, and I'm sick of paying for his stupidity. Her body makes my body ache and I want her exactly as she is. Only, inch by inch I'm consumed by my need. I warn myself to pull away, sure this won't last, can't last. But letting go isn't an option, no matter how hard I try.

His on the Rebound

Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money can't buy. Three big beautiful women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love. Dante Sabatini. Billionaire, manwhore extraordinaire--and my new next-door neighbor. Two years ago, my sister married his brother. Over the years I've heard all about him and seen his pictures everywhere, yet between me away in school and Dante's hectic... ahem, "social life," we keep missing each other. Until the day I move in across the hall from him. Nothing could have prepared me for Dante Sabatini in person. He's more gorgeous than a photo could do justice--and more of an a$$hole than I thought was humanly possible. Oh yeah, and he wants me. Me? Plus size, virgin, twenty-four to his thirty-five, nobody to the models and actresses he's been with. Seriously? Only the jerk refuses to take me up on my begging to learn everything I can under his expert tutelage. We're family now, and there's too much at stake when we crash and burn he insists.This guy is giving me whiplash and driving me crazy. We're only five hundred feet from each other, but we're separated by so much more. All I want is some fun, no promises or hand-holding necessary. Once I get what I want, will we be able to survive everything that comes our way... or will we crash and burn, hurting the people we love the most as we do?While this is book 2 in the Dirty Billionaires series they are standalones and you need not have read His Dirty Demands to enjoy His Dirty Promises.

His Dirty Promises

Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money can't buy. Three big beautiful women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love. My biological clock has been pounding, any minute now I'm going to hit buy on the sperm that's been sitting in my online cart for the last six months.... any minute. I want to be a single mom. The last five years without a man have been the best years of my life. Except, I do want kids, six if I had my way. But if I’m doing it alone I can’t really afford more than one. At least what I need I can get off a website. I had no idea men had biological clocks too, Enzo Sabatini proved otherwise. The control-freak billionaire married a gold-digging womb to get the children he wanted, and not surprisingly it blew up in his face. With the ink barely dry on his divorce that lasted longer than his marriage, I'm tasked with finding him a new place to live. I can't believe it's really heat I see in his eyes when he looks at me. I'm nothing like his usual women, plus size compared to size zero Shock is an understatement when I see the ring. I can barely process his insane proposal of me getting the dream house and the multifamily property I want in exchange for at least ten years and two kids. Wait, what? What kind of effing proposal is that? It's not a marriage proposal it's a bargain, one with limits and terms and signed off by lawyers. I don't care how hot he is he's lost his mind. So why do I say, not yet instead of no? Is this going to be the biggest mistake of my life, or is there any way we can find a happy ever after from this dirty bargain? This is the third book in a standalone series. You need not have read the previous books to enjoy this one.

His Dirty Bargain

Ivan Volkov is a wickedly intelligent, ruthless, and devastatingly gorgeous billionaire with a sexy British accent. He also owns the company I work for. The plan was simple: get his attention to show him I was the one behind all my boss's awesome proposals that have been making the company hundreds of millions of dollars for the last three years. I'm the one who should be in the big office making a six-figure salary. It worked. I definitely have Ivan's attention. He'll put me in the big office with a six-figure salary—once he's done with me. He needs a personal assistant until he can find a replacement. It won't be long, he assures me, no more than a few weeks. Close proximity to Ivan Volkov for a few weeks? Sure, I don't need my dignity. I wasn't using it anyway. No matter how many times I tell myself to stop staring at him with lust, I can't. Volkov turns down the offer I never even made; he saw me staring, he's used to it by now. An unrepentant user of woman, all he wants is for them to satisfy his need, then be on their way. He can get that satisfaction from any woman. The money I make him isn't worth losing when he's done with me. Until the moment he needs more: a shield from a woman who won't take no for an answer. He will do anything to protect his little sister from having her wedding ruined, even faking an engagement with me. Brilliant tactician that he is, he comes up with the answer to both of his problems. For the next three weeks we can satisfy the lust we both feel, while at the same time making it clear he isn't available. But before long what's between us feels all too real. Can this lead to forever, or will the billionaire choose money over love? This is the first standalone in a series about fake relationships. This does not end in a cliffhanger.

His Fake Fiancee

Okay, I know it's crazy to hate someone you've never met before but Rourke Vega is not the average man. The arrogant billionaire manwhore is to blame for turning my beloved Austin from quirky, cool college town to hipster paradise.It's a good thing I don't have to deal with him while I help his mother recover from a stroke. Her, I love. Him, all right I might have this insane desire to lick the dimple in his chin. Then there's the way from the outside he's calm, cool, collected and in control as if nothing fazes him. It makes me want to press his buttons, to make him lose control, to see the fire he hides inside. The fire I felt all too briefly. The fire I can't forget even as I tell myself I'm crazy because no way could a man as gorgeous as Rourke want a plus size like me. If my plus size doesn't put him off my family situation will. Both of our lives are too complicated to add romance to it. Besides, he's made it clear for the six months I'm his employee I'm off limits. Except he's still staring at me with the heat of a volcano ready to explode. Like a fool, I'm drawn to the fire even when I know it means one of us will get burned, but who?**Trigger warning**The h's sister is experiencing domestic violence. **This is a standalone however Sam King from A Favor appears briefly. You need not have read A Favor to read His Fire Inside.**

His Fire Inside

How could I have let Maxwell Brandt kiss me? I can't stand the arrogant, billionaire who treats women as if they were disposable, to be used then thrown away. Who the heck am I kidding? I’m just as bad because I kissed him back, with a hunger I've never known before. Despite the fact Max keeps coming back to entice me, I stand firm. I won’t cheat on on Kevin, my fiance. I won’t become that person, no matter how badly my body wants him. Until the moment Max drops a bomb that destroys everything. Kevin has been cheating. His words destroy the illusion I’ve been hiding behind, because I know he’s telling the truth. Breaking things off with Kevin isn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be, my pride hurts more than my heart. All I want to do is hide and lick my wounds but Max demands I fulfill the promise of that kiss, in a rush of anger, pain, and hunger, I give in. The feeling of being wanted by a man like Max wiping away the humiliation of Kevin’s betrayal. Maybe a fling, a rebound affair, is exactly what I need. No promises, no expectations, and no broken heart. At least, that’s the way it started.

To make my dream come true I’ll do anything, even put up with an a$$hole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to stop working and write full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one. I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me. When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

His on Demand

A Sabatini may be a lot of things: an asshole, rude, ruthless, even a killer. But one thing we never are is sloppy, not with our money, not our business, and especially not with our bodies. Until the moment I got sloppy with the most dangerous thing I could: a woman. I’m third generation in the Outfit. I’ve killed more than my share of men, have had more than a few guns held to my head. Christy wasn’t the first person who tried to kill me, she wasn’t the last, and I’m sure there will be more in the future. I knew how we started was messed up. I’m old enough to be her father. She was thirty to my fifty, I should have spanked her, taken the gun away from her, and killed her the way I planned. She wanted me dead to pay for her childhood trauma. The way I saw it, I’ve done a lot of messed up things but I wasn’t to blame for what she went through. If she wanted me dead, there was only one thing for me to do: kill her before she could kill me. Only the moment I laid eyes on her everything changed: the plan, me, her. When I put the ring on her finger and she promised forever I believed we had a future. There was no hint I would wake up the next morning and find her gone. I tried to let her go, I can’t. She promised forever, I’m holding her to it. It doesn’t matter how far she’s gone. I will find her. Christy belongs to me, and a Sabatini keeps what is his. This is a dark mafia romance with elements that may be disturbing to some readers. While this is the second book in a series it can be read as a standalone and does not end in a cliffhanger. ***Despite what you may have read in Dominic's story. This is not safe-on Tony's side. After she leaves he loses it for a little while. Once he calms down yes it becomes safe but I know this is an issue for some readers. Safe from her side.*** Keywords: Dark Romance, Age gap romance, Instalove, Older man younger woman, Italian mafia, forced marriage, kidnapping, forced pregnancy

Tony

I'm not a grinch. I'm also not someone who cares all that much for Christmas. I am, however, more than willing to use it to my advantage. I didn't become a billionaire by playing nice. I'll leverage everything I can to get what I want. What I want is Lydia Romano. The sassy, curvy, Christmas loving stylist is running scared from the attraction between us. Without remorse or hesitation, I make an offer I know she won’t be able to refuse. I need a date for six events over the next few weeks. I’ll donate ten thousand dollars for each date she attends with me to the struggling charity she is devoted to. She counters with twenty-five thousand each date and a whole lot of hate. Deal. It's a bargain, as far as I'm concerned. I have six dates and her love of the magic of Christmas to get her to take a chance on the magic of us.

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