Xan is often times surprised by his woman, ‘you suppose so?’ he echoed, stepping forward to tilt her chin upwards with his finger. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been da*ned with so much faint praise.’ There are times Xan speaks before he thinks, ‘Tamsyn, you could wear sackcloth and I’d still want to rip it from your body. I’m just not sure what has prompted this sudden transformation.’ I liked this book, I grew to like Xan.
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