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“How do you manage to make me feel like this?' he asked her in a low, thickened voice. 'You give me nothing, absolutely nothing, yet I can't stop wanting you.' His hand reached out, almost pleadingly, to touch her arm. 'Selina ...' -Ashley Dent”

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The Long Surrender

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Charlotte Lamb
Charlotte Lamb

Charlotte Lamb, a British novelist, was born on December 22, 1937, and passed away on October 8, 2000. Known for her profound psychological portrayals and complex emotional entanglements, her works have been highly appreciated by readers. more

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