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“I don't doubt it, but in ruining me, you would also ruin your chances at Falconwell." He stiffened. Penelope was breathless with excitement as she waited for his reply. "Name your price." She had won. She had won. She wanted to crow her success, her defeat of this great, immovable beast of a man.”

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A Rogue by Any Other Name

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Sarah MacLean
Sarah MacLean

Sarah MacLean, born on December 17, 1978, is a renowned American historical fiction author. Her works are set in 18th-century England and depict love, power, and adventure of that era. MacLean's novels have gained great popularity among readers and have won numerous literary awards. more

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