CHEROKEE MARRIAGE DARE Page 16
"You really are my muse," he whispered. "My heart. My inspiration."
Lost in each other, they stepped onto the balcony. Beyond the castle, stars lit up the night, and the scent of winter flowers bloomed in the air.
As Luke lowered his head to kiss her, Maggie closed her eyes, knowing a Cherokee angel named Lady Guinevere rode across the sky on a winged horse, granting dreams, wishes and marriage dares meant to come true.
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