The Highland Duke by Amy Jarecki

Curled under Geordieโ€™s arm, Akira finally stopped shivering. All around them rain splashed. Everything was soaked and their little alcove smelled of horseโ€”not a horrid smell, but not one sheโ€™d choose for her boudoir, either. If she had a boudoir. She chose to ignore the voice in the back of her head telling her it […]

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