Jess Smith

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She looked down at her lap, hands twisted in the white linen of her nightgown, and whispered, “You once told me that if Castleton hurt me, he wasn’t doing it right.” He stilled. “Yes.” She met his eyes. “You’re not doing it right.”
One Good Earl Deserves a Lover (The Rules of Scoundrels, #2)
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