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“He'd seen a different side of her today, he realized with pleasure, recalling the sight of her standing on the bow of the Orpheus, holding on to the shrouds with the wind in her face and a look of pure delight in her eyes. She'd been a vision with those skirts flapping wildly around her legs, so different from his long-standing perception of her. And when they rounded the point, something had awakened inside him. An emotion he'd not felt in a very long time- a deep, genuine affection that reached beyond the surface thrill of the conquest.”

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Book:Surrender to a Scoundrel
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Surrender to a Scoundrel

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Julianne MacLean
Julianne MacLean

Julianne MacLean is a renowned author known for her romantic historical novels. Her works are typically set in 18th and 19th-century England, blending love, history, and adventure elements. more

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