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			<title>Chapter 3 </title>
			<description>CHAPTER 3&amp;nbsp;Maybe she couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe it because she wasn&amp;rsquo;t going on a date with Braden Tanner. It&amp;rsquo;s not like she actually said&amp;nbsp;yes&amp;nbsp;or anything.&amp;ldquo;So?&amp;rdquo; coaxed a clearly confused Annie. &amp;ldquo;What happened?&amp;rdquo;Layne shrugged. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s exactly i..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;Her breath caught in her throat as his sudden glance at her stilled her lungs and she quickly looked away back to the photo shoot, trying to seem as if she&amp;rsquo;d never taken her eyes off it in the first place. Okay, she conceded, talk about not being bowled over. Damn, she hoped he ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Life is like photography, we develop from the negatives.&amp;rsquo; Anon.If only she could.If ever a quote spoke more to Layne&amp;rsquo;s soul, it was this one. The one she&amp;rsquo;d used to sprawl all over the wallpaper of her blog, the words she&amp;rsquo;d leaned towards when indeed she ..</description>
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			<title>The Right Layne</title>
			<description>When amateur photographer Layne Kipner starts a new job at a photography studio, she doesn't bank on meeting Braden Tanner, tall, handsome and hot, standing in the foyer glimpsing her too. But what ha</description>
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