Teaser Tuesday: Where rough-whiskered Lord Marcus shares a truth
She inched closer, her skirts and a leather strap grazing his thigh. “You could’ve given it back. I doubt the hostler knows how to use it.” “I’ve been shot at enough times not to tempt fate.” Grinning, he rose to full height. “And interrupting a romantic interlude has a way of agitating a man.” “Romantic interlude indeed,” she huffed. “I offered to help the hostler, not kiss him.” Help the hostler? With the broken...
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