Jennifer Hammer

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He put his forehead to hers and closed his eyes, and said the words that had haunted him every day since the day she’d left. “I’m sorry.” He’d never meant anything so much. They crashed together like thunder, the kiss robbing them both of breath and threatening to rob Ewan of far more.
Daring and the Duke (The Bareknuckle Bastards, #3)
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