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The Rules of Love
Amanda McCabe
Excerpt
On a terrace… “Rosalind,” he murmured. “Rosie. You are so beautiful.”
One of his magical fingers trailed down her cheek, traced
her lips.
She? Beautiful? She had never thought so before; she was
too tall, too redheaded, too freckled. In his arms, at
this moment, she was beautiful. He made it so.
“Not as beautiful as you, Lord Morley.”
He smiled, and his hands slid up to cradle her face. “My
name is Michael.” A sip of brandy, in her
mouth. “Michael.”
He groaned and bent his head to kiss her again. She fell
back against the wall of the house. The stone was cold and
sharp through the thick silk of her gown, but she scarcely
noticed it when Lord Morley—Michael—leaned in closer. His
lips slid from hers along the line of her throat, down to
her bare shoulder.
“So sweet,” he whispered, the words reverberating against
her skin…
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