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Diana stared at him. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.
ОглавлениеHe resembled nothing so much as the statue of Apollo that Jeremy’s father had brought from Greece. His hair, cut short in the latest fashion, was golden and slightly curling. His eyes were as blue as the sunlit sea and his mouth was long and shapely. He gave off an aura of cold strength and assured masculinity, which was reflected in a voice so hard and measured that it shocked Drusilla into silence.
Giles struggled upright and said indignantly, “Who the devil are you, anyway?”
The stranger laughed and rose. “You might say the devil himself if you wished. But I would prefer you to call me Devenish.”
The Devil and Drusilla
Harlequin® Historical
