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“As she reached the entrance hall, she saw Lady St. Vincent coming in from the back terrace, her cheeks wind-brightened, the hem of her gown littered with bits of leaves and grass. She looked like an untidy angel, with her lovely calm face and rippling red hair, and the playful spray of light gold freckles across her nose.”

Quote by Lisa Kleypas

Book:Mine Till Midnight
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Mine Till Midnight

This novel delves into the intricate web of emotions and societal expectations that define the relationship between a wealthy landowner and a captivating woman who arrives in his life unexpectedly. Set against the backdrop of the 19th century, the story examines themes of love, class, and the struggle for personal freedom. The protagonist's journey towards understanding and embracing the woman's enigmatic nature is both heartwarming and thought-provoking. 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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