In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a he — Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
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In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a healthy dollop of cynicism.

— Loretta Chase, Lord of Scoundrels
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