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“Penny did, however, emerge from adolescence with unparalleled accomplishment in one pursuit. Caring. Nothing pleased her more than looking after those around her. Feeding them, warming them, protecting them, giving them a home. She doled out affection from an endless supply.”

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The Wallflower Wager

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Tessa Dare
Tessa Dare

Tessa Dare is a British novelist known for her romance novels. Her works are typically set in historical settings and combine humor with emotional depth, making them popular among readers. more

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