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“Won't you introduce us to your friend?" Thomasina swept an unsubtly flirtatious glance up Gabriel's armored figure. "What a fine figure you must strike at the Round Table." "At any table." Tansy giggled. Penny seethed. "It wouldn't be a masquerade if I gave him away, now would it?" "I suppose we'll have to tease it out of him," Thomasina said. Was it Penny's imagination, or did her gaze linger on his cod-piece? Get your eyes off him, you vulture. She chastened herself for entertaining a thought so mean. It was unkind to vultures.”

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The Wallflower Wager

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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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