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    The Pale Court Duet
    The Pale Court Duet
    The Pale Court Duet
    Audiobook16 hours

    The Pale Court Duet

    Written by Liv Zander

    Narrated by Auri Alden and Gregory Salinas

    4.5/5

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    About this audiobook

    This dark-fantasy romance duology features a ruthless man, a woman who can't escape his love, and an HEA—but no hero, because villains do it better.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamscape Media
    Release dateMar 12, 2024
    ISBN9781666659030
    The Pale Court Duet
    Author

    Liv Zander

    Liv Zander is the author of the Pale Court duology. She has an unhealthy love for sexy villains, a topic often covered in her therapy sessions. To fund her co-pays, she's writing deliciously dark fantasy romance about the men who would burn the world to the ground for their women. When she's not joking around, she can be found in her office with a mug of coffee or a glass of wine (depending on time of day and how the writing is going). For more information, visit LivZander.com.

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