The League of Rogues
Ladies of Bath, if you desire one of them for a husband, I wish you the best of luck!
Hampshire, June, 1821
The wild Highland lord grasped the woman in his arms, pressing his lips to hers. Wind tore at her skirts as they stood upon the highest point of the heather-covered hill, embracing each other. There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss
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