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“Cordelia!" She staggered to a stop and slowly turned as her father's voice reverberated around the room. "You just accused your brothers of trying to commit murder." "No, Father. From this day forward, Cameron is the only brother I have. If you allow these two to remain in your home after what I have just told you, then I also have no father." "You're as high-spirited and stubborn as your mother. I warned Leigh that he needed to keep a tight rein on you, but he wouldn't listen." "Dallas isn't one to follow in other men's footsteps. Giving him permission to marry me was the finest gift you could have ever given me.”

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Texas Glory

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Lorraine Heath
Lorraine Heath

Lorraine Heath is a renowned American romance novel author, born in 1954. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won her a large fan base. more

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