Monday, May 12th, 2008
She still had the Ivory-soap scrubbed look of a preacher’s kid, with a wide brow, big blue eyes, and straight, blondish hair.
Written by
Christie Ridgway
In
First Comes Love
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Friday, May 9th, 2008
She had held the trapped beast in thrall. She had provoked its savagery and then she had unchained it, and now it would turn its savageness on her.
Written by
Helen Kirkman
In
Forbidden
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Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
My name is Fingal, my mother was a whore, I’ve been a thief since I was five years old, and I’m thinking it’d surely be a grand thing to lie you down right here in the grass and make love with you, my lady.
Written by
Margaret Moore
In
Knave’s Honor
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Monday, May 5th, 2008
The sensible part of her knew that even if the obstacles to their marrying could be removed-and they could be removed quite easily, since there was no insurmountable barrier between them-it would be the unwisest move of her life to marry him.
Written by
Mary Balogh
In
The Devil’s Web
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