He never knew what hit him, and that would have comforted me, except . . . just for one second, he would have had to know, wouldn't he? There must have been a blur, a sense of the world exploding, a flashpoint of receiving more damage than a human body could endure.
Lisa KleypasBut Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, youโd still say it wasnโt enough time.โ โYouโre right. I canโt think of a single day of my life that wouldnโt have been improved with you in it.โ โDarling,โ she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, โthatโs lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts.โ Harry nipped at her finger. โAre you mocking me?โ โNot at all,โ Poppy said, smiling. โI know how you feel about gears and mechanisms.
Lisa KleypasRecently Mr. Mawdsleyโs donkey escaped from his stall, raced down the road, and somehow found his way into an enclosed pasture. Mr. Cairdโs prized mare was innocently grazing when the ill-bred seducer had his way with her. Now it appears the mare has conceived, and a feud is raging between Caird, who demands financial compensation, and Mawdsley, who insists that had the pasture fencing been in better repair, the clandestine meeting would never have occurred. Worse still, it has been suggested that the mare is a shameless lightskirt and did not try nearly hard enough to preserve her virtue.
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