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“I shouldn't like to monopolize your time- surely you should be receiving your guests." Devlin took her to a corner of the drawing room, taking a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant. He gave the glass to Amanda and lowered his head to murmur in her ear. "There's only one guest who matters to me." Amanda felt a prickling blush rise in her cheeks. She felt as if she were in a dream. This couldn't be happening to Amanda Briars, the spinster from Windsor... the sweet music, the lovely surroundings, the handsome man whispering seductive nonsense in her ear.”

Quote by Lisa Kleypas

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Suddenly You

Suddenly You is a compelling narrative that delves into the complexities of human emotions. The protagonist's unexpected transformation sets the stage for a narrative rich with introspection and the exploration of relationships. The novel's engaging prose and vivid character development make it a captivating read for those interested in the intricacies of personal transformation and the enduring power of love. 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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