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“And when he kissed her . . . All she wanted was more. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, and for the first time in her life, Sarah truly believed that she was. She touched his cheek. “So are you.” Hugh smiled down at her, a silly half grin that told her he did not believe her for one second.”

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Book:The Sum of All Kisses
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The Sum of All Kisses

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Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn

Julia Quinn is a renowned British author known for her romance novels. Born in 1970, she began writing in 1992 and has since published numerous best-selling books. Quinn's works are typically set in 18th-century England and tell a series of romantic love stories. more

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“Theo tied off the top of a full garbage bag and then lifted it out of the container without any visible effort. Although the play of his muscles didn’t fascinate Grace as much as if Hugh had been the one flexing, she couldn’t help but watch. A balled-up paper towel hit her on the side of the head, bouncing off harmlessly. Grace turned narrowed eyes on Hugh. “That better have been clean.” “It was. Mostly. Now stop drooling over Theo and pay attention to me.”

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