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“He did not need to be distracted by a woman. A gorgeous woman, yes, but just a woman. He didn't understand her. That was the problem. She was beautiful but unaware of her beauty. She was rich but not grasping. She was timid, yet she rode fearlessly, and for a scroungy dog she roared like a lion. Because of her, he'd had his best boots nipped by a mutt's sharp teeth. Because of her, he'd ordered all flower arrangements changed from red to yellow roses.”

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Book:One Kiss From You
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One Kiss From You

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Christina Dodd
Christina Dodd

Christina Dodd is a renowned American author born on July 14, 1957. She is best known for her romance novels, which have gained a large following for their emotional depth and engaging storytelling. more

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