A Kiss to Remember
Excerpt
My darling son, my hands are shaking as I pen this letter....
The devil had come to Devonbrooke Hall.
He hadn’t come drawn by four white horses or in a blast of brimstone but
in the honey gold hair and angelic countenance of Sterling Harlow, the seventh
duke of Devonbrooke. He strode through the marble corridors of the palatial
mansion he had called home for the past twenty-one years, two brindle mastiffs
padding at his heels with a leonine grace that matched his own.
He stayed the dogs with a negligent flick of one hand, then pushed open the
study door and leaned against the frame, wondering just how long his cousin
would pretend not to notice that he was there.
Her pen continued to scratch its way across the ledger for several minutes until
a particularly violent t-crossing left an ugly splotch of ink on the page.
Sighing with defeat, she glared at him over the top of her wire-rimmed
spectacles. “I can see that Napoleon failed to teach you any manners at
all.”
“On the contrary,” Sterling replied with a lazy smile. “I
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