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“He had four children—two he made and two who had made him—and Nate loved them all fiercely, equally, differently.”
Erin Langston, Forever Your Rogue
“It had become an entirely new game between them; Cora spun herself into a tizzy, and Nate spun her right out of it. It was almost as if she needed him. It was almost as if he liked it.”
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“Despite how abysmally low you’ve set your expectations,” he rasped, “I swear to all that’s holy, Cora, you’ll get the best of me.”
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“They weren’t so different at all. Both of them, trying to break free. And he could help her.”
Erin Langston, Forever Your Rogue
“She could lose her children. Damn it. Nate reached forward and reluctantly pulled the contract toward him. This was most assuredly a foolhardy endeavor. But then, Nate wasn’t exactly known for his good ideas.”
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“It had taken Nate the better part of the 1814 Season to grow accustomed to Cora’s stare. He had found her eyes to be a puzzle he couldn’t stop solving.”
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“If a fortnight ago, someone had told Nate he would be spending his summer in Berkshire, playing family-to-be with a woman who double-copied her own correspondence, he would have asked that person for a glass of whatever they were drinking because it surely led to a grand old time.”
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“Are you…” She glanced at the letter again. “Are you birdwatching?” Nate snatched back his paper. “No, I’m not birdwatching,” he snapped with a mutinous stare. “I am, in fact, writing you a love letter.” Ten different versions of amusement crossed Cora’s face. “That…that’s a love letter?” “Well, I haven’t finished yet.”
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“In a swift, shocking show of solidarity, Nate reached out with his free hand, laying his palm on top of Cora’s where it rested on the stone wall. “Cheer up, love,” he murmured, gently squeezing once. Oh.”
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