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1 " He was a dark and stormy knight. A latter-day rake with eyes the color of emeralds worth a queen's ransom. His smile promised voyages to the moon. And heaven alone knew how many females lay littered in his wake.To a rousing burst of Rachmaninoff, he swept into my London flat one January evening and, with the hauteur of his greeting, captured my virgin heart forever and a day.'Miss Ellie Simons? My car awaits. Shall we splurge on dinner or parking tickets? "
― , Femmes Fatal (Ellie Haskell Mystery, #4)