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“Wishing for someone to talk to, some warm human hand to cling to, she walked across the giant chessboard, searching blindly through the crowd of immobile figures... until she saw a dark form leaning indolently against a white marble column. Her heart began to hammer, and her steps slowed as she was filled with a rush of excitement that heated her skin and made her pulse beat in urgent rhythm. It was Simon Hunt, walking toward her with a slight smile on his face. He caught her before she could retreat, and bent to whisper in her ear. "Will you dance with me now?" "I can't," she said breathlessly, struggling in his tightening embrace. "Yes, you can," he urged gently, his mouth hot and tender as it moved across her face. "Put your arms around me..." As she writhed in his embrace, he laughed softly and kissed her until she was limp and helpless against him. "Queen is now subject to capture," he murmured, drawing back to stare at her with deviltry in his eyes. "You're in danger, Annabelle...”

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Secrets of a Summer Night

This book delves into the intricate web of relationships and secrets that unfold under the starlit sky of a summer night. It intertwines the lives of its characters in a tale that is both romantic and mysterious, offering readers a glimpse into the complexities of human emotions and the unexpected twists of fate. more

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Lisa Kleypas
Lisa Kleypas

Lisa Kleypas, born in 1964, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won the hearts of numerous readers. more

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