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“No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing. His erection, silly thing, didn’t know the show was over.”

Quote by Elizabeth Hoyt

Book:Lord of Darkness
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Lord of Darkness

This book is a dark fantasy tale that follows a protagonist whose life is intertwined with darkness and its consequences. The narrative delves into the psychological and moral dimensions of the character's journey, offering a rich tapestry of intrigue and moral ambiguity. more

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Elizabeth Hoyt
Elizabeth Hoyt

Elizabeth Hoyt, born in 1970, is a renowned American romance novel author. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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