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“For the first time since they'd left the inn, his eyes stopped roaming the hills and crags of the countryside and roamed her body's curves instead. Slowly, with a raw, possessive hunger. A low, simmering heat sparked and built inside her, feeding off that desire in his eyes the same way a flame fed off coal. He'd once called her uncommonly pretty in conversation, and at the time she had been tempted to argue back. But tonight, for the first time in her life, she felt irresistible. Ravishing. Truly beautiful. In his eyes, if no one else's. Oh, this was dangerous.”

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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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“When their bodies met, she gave a startled gasp. And then he moved against her, and her gasp became a low, sweet sigh. 'Yes.' "That's it." He rocked his hips against her. "Do you feel it? It's only the beginning, mo chridhe." She shut her eyes. Her dark lashes fluttered against her cheeks. "You truly must kiss me when you do that." Logan obliged her, this time pressing his lips to hers. As he sank into the lush heat of her kiss, a wildness gathered and growled within him. He wanted her. All of her. Under him. Surrounding him. Taking him into her softness and heat.”

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