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“Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that? If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window." She wrapped her arms about his waist and laid her head against his chest. "Not merely 'fond,' but 'immensely fond.' Oh Dain, I do believe I shall swoon." "Not now," he said crossly. "I haven't time to pick you up.”

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Lord of Scoundrels

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Loretta Chase
Loretta Chase

Loretta Chase is an American author renowned for her romance novels. Born in 1949, she began writing in 1981 and has since published numerous works. Chase's novels are celebrated for their in-depth historical research and intricate character development. Her writing has garnered her numerous awards in the romance genre, and she has a dedicated following both in the United States and around the world. more

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