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Healing Hands of E'lan - cover

Healing Hands of E'lan

Leigh Jarrett

Publisher: Steambath Press

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Summary

Provocative Prehistoric Erotic Romance 
E'lan had been told all his life that he was the most beautiful and alluring girl and now woman, anyone had ever set eyes on, and he enjoyed the admiration bestowed upon him each time the clans gathered. 
This mating season, four spirits willing, he would be included in the celebrations. The elders would choose a suitable mate for him, and he'd be permitted to take that man back to his sleeping platform and fulfill his long awaited desires. 
As a man—not a woman.

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