The Hero Who Saw Her Before She Saw Herself: Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas
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Looking for more historical romance books? Browse the whole shelf → The man who takes everything and then cannot take his eyes off her.
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Looking for more contemporary romance books? Browse the whole shelf → Performing intimacy with someone you can’t stand is a uniquely vulnerable thing. You have to touch them, laugh at their jokes, let them pull you close in front of strangers — and somewhere in all that manufactured closeness, the edges start to blur.
Looking for more contemporary romance books? Browse the whole shelf → A particular fantasy lives in the man who does not chase. Not the one who pursues relentlessly, who sends flowers and makes grand gestures and wears down resistance through sheer persistence.
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