Kisses Like a Devil
Chapter One
Sagamore Hill, Long Island, New York, June 1900
The tiger glared at Brian Donovan, its jaws stretched wide
enough to engulf his head. He rubbed it with his boot
and swirled his glass of lemonade, grateful for the reassuring
chink of ice cubes on such a hot day. Teddy Roosevelt had at
least a dozen other hunting trophies here, plus hundreds of
books. They could send his conversation off in a thousand
unpredictable directions.
Heat and sunlight filtered into the study through the white-draped
windows, closely followed by children's laughter. He'd
have some kids of his own soon, as soon as he found another
good Catholic girl his folks would approve of. But the next
one would be reliable, unlike that money-grubbing Mary
FitzAllen.
The governor of New York cast a wistful glance over his
shoulder then dropped two massive tomes onto his desk. "Heard
you're about to leave for Europe, Donovan."
Brian regarded him from under his brows, wondering what
this was all about. Like every other Rough Rider, he'd answered
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