Maybe my gargoyle boyfriend wants to meet me for an early morning kiss? Nothing could top that. Marcus is probably the only person I would forgive for bugging me this early. I snuggle into my pillow, sleep beckoning. Did he struggle this much when he made my CDs last year? Another late night on the roof with Marcus-and that was after spending two hours working on a killer CD mix for him. The clatter of my cell phone bouncing against the nightstand startles me awake. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.
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