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“You can drink until you're corned, pickled, and salted... but I'm still going to hold you to our bargain." She gave him a glance of seething annoyance. "I had no such plan in mind. However, I'll drink as much champagne as I want. After all, I can't recall a time when you ever came to my bed sober.”

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Book:Stranger in My Arms
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Stranger in My Arms

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Lisa Kleypas
Lisa Kleypas

Lisa Kleypas, born in 1964, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won the hearts of numerous readers. more

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