Jenna Sinclair

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He could not, he simply could not… and yet he must. He tossed himself into a chair, allowing a deep groan to tear itself from his throat. Burying his head in his hands, he moaned aloud. “Dear lord but I want nothing more than to marry Elizabeth Bennet.” “How very fortunate then, that we find ourselves in both possession of the needed license and the vicar.”
A Fine Joke
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