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“I can’t understand why men are allowed to straddle a horse, while we - who are supposed to be the weaker sex - must hang off the side, praying for our lives.”

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Book:Whitney, My Love
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Whitney, My Love

Whitney, My Love is a historical romance novel set in the early nineteenth century that centers on Whitney Stone, a spirited young American woman who returns to England after years abroad, and Clayton Westland, the Duke of Claymore. The narrative explores their complicated courtship, marked by misunderstandings, pride, and passionate attraction. The novel belongs to the Regency romance genre and is part of McNaught's series of interconnected historical romances featuring the Westmoreland family. It addresses themes of social class, female independence, and the emotional vulnerabilities that accompany love. The book became a significant commercial success and helped establish McNaught as a prominent author in the romance genre during the 1980s. Its publication history includes some controversy regarding certain plot elements that were later revised in subsequent editions. more

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Judith McNaught
Judith McNaught

Judith McNaught, born on May 10, 1944, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their rich emotions and engaging plots, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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