“Without a doubt, getting to be one of your authors is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. With love and thanks, L.K. One Hampshire, 1832 A stable boy wasn’t supposed to speak to an earl’s daughter, much less climb up to her bedroom window. God knew what would happen to him if he was caught. He would probably be whipped before being booted off the estate. McKenna climbed up a support column, curled his long fingers around the ironwork of the second-floor balcony, and hung suspe...nded for a moment before swinging his legs up with a grunt of effort. Catching the edge of the balcony with one heel, he pulled himself onto the balcony and eased over the railing. He crouched in front of the French doors and cupped his hands on either side of his eyes as he peered into the bedroom, where a single lamp was burning. A girl stood before the dressing table, pulling a brush through her long dark hair. The sight filled McKenna with a rush of pleasure. Lady Aline Marsden… the older daughter of the Earl of Westcliff.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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