Leprechaun
Blake Pemberton knew he had to be dreaming, or else he'd lost his mind -- there was an enchanting green-haired alien standing next to his bed! But it was Nichelle Clay who froze at the sight of the sinfully gorgeous man wrapped in one thin, rumpled sheet. In all the Wednesdays she'd come to clean Bl…
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