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The Chaperon’s Seduction
Regency Surrender: Wicked Deception
The Truth About Lady Felkirk
Christine Merrill
A Ring from a Marquess
Christine Merrill
Christine Merrill
To Jim: after thirty years, you must be near to sainthood.
Everything hurt.
William Felkirk did not bother to open his eyes, but lay still and examined the thought. It was an exaggeration. Everything ached. Only his head truly hurt. A slow, thumping throb came from the back of it, punctuating each new idea.
He swallowed with effort. There was no saliva to soothe the process. How much had he been drinking, to get to this state? He could not seem to remember. The party at Adam’s house, which had been a celebration of his nephew’s christening, was far too sedate for him to have ended like this. But he could
