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      <title>Foxhunt</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Violetta met Kevin at one of her father&amp;rsquo;s many business parties, and immediately took an interest in the boy. He was handsome, somewhat well-built, and had an impish smile that told her that he was used to getting his way. Her eyes narrowed, and she began slinking through the party in her sparkling green cocktail dress, pacing behind him, watching his every move.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Violetta was also used to getting her way. She was tall, pale, and bore herself with a regal authority that brooked no protest or dissent. Her vivid gold-and-copper hair flowed down her back to her knees, contrasting against the sage green of the dress to frame her nearly-impossible curves just so. Violetta used her body as both lure and weapon, and tonight Kevin was going to be her prey.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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