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“Once you marry me, none of it is a lie," he pointed out. "It will be exactly as though you've told the truth all these years." "Except for the part where we love each other." He shrugged. "That's a minor detail. Love is just a lie people tell themselves.”

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When a Scot Ties the Knot

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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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