Never Marry a Cowboy, Lorraine Heath
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Lorraine Heath

Never Marry a Cowboy

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In his arms she found the greatest joy she'd ever known . . . but his heart belonged to another. Can her love make their marriage real before their time together ends—forever?
315 printed pages

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👍Worth reading

Monica Gregorius Holm
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🐼Fluffy

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ruthanger
ruthangerhas quoted4 months ago
With a deep breath, she pushed to her feet and strolled across
Denise Fernandes
Denise Fernandeshas quoted6 months ago
regretted bringing her here. They had stayed far longer than she had expected them to, but not nearly as long as she wanted.
As soon as Mrs. Edwards left the room, Kit glanced at Ashton over his wineglass. “You need to eat.”
She shoved her plate aside. “I’m not hungry.”
Anger flared in his eyes as he set down his glass but continued to hold it. “If you do not eat, tomorrow when we take our walk along the shore, the wind will no doubt carry you out to the sea.”
“I’ll eat when you’ve told me why you’re angry.”
“I am not angry,” he said in a tightly controlled voice.
“Liar.”
He snapped the stem of his glass, and Ashton watched in horror as red wine spewed across Kit and the table, along with his blood. Grabbing her napkin, she jumped up, rushed to him, and took his hand. She recoiled at the sight of the turned-back flesh and the river of blood that flowed from the wound. She pressed her napkin against his palm. “Why are you upset with me? What did I do?”
He cradled her cheek and tilted her face, his gaze capturing hers. “You’ve done nothing, sweetling, but be who you are.”

lamento tê-la trazido aqui. Eles tinham ficado muito mais tempo do que ela esperava, mas não tanto tempo quanto ela queria.
Assim que a Sra. Edwards saiu da sala, Kit olhou para Ashton sobre o seu copo de vinho. "Você precisa de comer."
Ela empurrou o prato para o lado. "Não estou com fome."
A raiva inflamou-se nos seus olhos enquanto ele pousou o seu copo, mas continuou a segurá-lo. "Se não comeres, amanhã, quando fizermos a nossa caminhada pela costa, o vento levar-te-á, sem dúvida, até ao mar."
"Eu como quando me disseres porque estás zangado."
"Eu não estou zangado", disse ele com uma voz bem controlada.
"Mentiroso."
Ele partiu o caule do seu copo, e Ashton assistiu horrorizado ao vinho tinto vomitado sobre Kit e a mesa, juntamente com o seu sangue. Agarrando seu guardanapo, ela pulou, correu para ele e pegou sua mão. Ela recuou ao ver a carne virada para trás e o rio de sangue que correu da ferida. Ela pressionou o guardanapo contra a palma da mão dele. "Porque estás chateado comigo? O que é que eu fiz?"
Ele embalou-lhe a bochecha e inclinou-lhe o rosto, o seu olhar capturando o dela. "Tu não fizeste nada, querida, mas sê quem és."

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