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the first bitchery reader:
Author! Title! Name!
Oh, Tame me, my hero. Tame me!
Feisty, clever colonial dame possessing of quite a stubborn streak seeks smokin’ hot confirmed bachelor. Why even bother with the assertions of your bachelorhood? One kiss snuck from my hoydenish, hellion lips and you’re a goner, so give it up already. It’s my first season and I’m not the least interested in the lot of you Brit aristo men, but catch me in scullery disguise as I save a wee lad’s life, and I’ll make plenty of trouble in your life. You tame me into immediate respectability, and I’ll tame you into matrimonial bliss. Bring it on!
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Is it Julia Quinn’s Splendid with Emma Dunster?
YUP! Congrats! A whole 15 minutes before someone guessed it?
I’m going to have to go read a Silhouette from 1982 to stump you people.
Congrats Sara K! A prize will be arriving just as soon as I get back to my hizzouse.
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