Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. โNo, the divorce was great,โ I said. โIt was the marriage that sucked.
Lisa KleypasBut no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And you... you can have all of me or nothing. I won't be an invalid any longer. Not even if it means losing you.
Lisa KleypasVery well,โ Beatrix said reluctantly. โBut I warn you, they may be resistant to the match.โ โIโm resistant to the match,โ Christopher informed her. โAt least weโll have that in common.
Lisa KleypasShaw...has a woman ever asked you to write a poem for her?" "Good God, no," Gideon replied with a snicker. "Shaws don't write poetry. They pay others to write it for them and then take the credit for it.
Lisa KleypasThose blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want to be alone in a room with that guy, I thought. His gaze moved downward in lazy inspection, returned to my face, and he gave me one of those respectful nods that Texan men had raised to an art form.
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