Morning Rose, Evening Savage
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Then, her arms snaking around his neck, she whispered, “Translate at once—please.”
Alek’s breath was a cool caress against her mouth as he murmured the Russian words, then whispered, “Roughly translated, it’s ‘My darling, Tara, I love you.’ ”
Copyright © 1980 by Amii Loren
Originally published by Dell (ISBN 0440155681)
Electronically published in 2011 by Belgrave House
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