![]() ![]() Don’t think for one second I didn’t know its intended destination.” I felt your hand drifting from my shoulder. His face looked like it had been carved from marble with his mouth clamped into a line, causing white lines to form around the ridges and his eyes had transformed from warm, blue candle flames into hard, cold chips of ice. “I came out here to see the gardens, not have you maul me in the shrubbery.” Why did he, like all men, assume her agreement to go into the gardens translated into an agreement for him to touch her person-specifically her chest? “You have to ask?” Brooke crossed her arms. “What was that for?” Gateway demanded, rubbing his cheek. “You deserved it, you lecher,” Brooke Banks exclaimed, scrambling to get off the secluded bench where she had been kissing Benjamin Collins, Duke of Gateway. ![]() Thank you for respecting the author’s time and ideas enough not to reproduce this book.ĭedicated to my maternal grandmother who possessed the worst decorating skills I've ever witnessed.Īnd, to my loving husband who has always supported me, even if it meant reading a copy of my first manuscript by the fire on our annual camping trip. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or people is pure coincidence.Įxcerpt from Liberty for Paul © 2010 Rose Gordon All names, characters, events, are works of the author's overactive imagination or used fictitiously. ![]()
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