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“This is a wonderful day,” Anthony was muttering to himself. “A wonderful day.” He looked up sharply at Gareth. “You don’t have sisters, do you?” “None,” Gareth confirmed. “I am in possession of four,” Anthony said, tossing back at least a third of the contents of his glass. “Four. And now they’re all off my hands. I’m done,” he said, looking as if he might break into a jig at any moment. “I’m free.” “You’ve daughters, don’t you?” Gareth could not resist reminding him. “Just one, and she’s only three. I have years before I have to go through this again. If I’m lucky, she’ll convert to Catholicism and become a nun. Gareth choked on his drink. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Anthony said, looking at the bottle. “Aged twenty-four years.” “I don’t believe I’ve ever ingested anything quite so ancient,” Gareth murmured.”

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It's in his kiss

This novel delves into the complexities of human emotions and the power of love, as two individuals navigate their feelings and the challenges they face in their relationship. more

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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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