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Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
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Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
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I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink? He couldn't even manage that.
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There was a certain history to this. While heavily pregnant with Amelia, she had asked him if she was radiant or if she just looked like a waddling duck. He told her she’d looked like a radiant duck. This had not been the correct answer.
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He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. Aren't you Spanish? She raised one arm in a salute. Viva la Queen Isabella! I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?
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It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.
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You have a mother? He quirked a brow. Did you think mine was some sort of divine birth? My father was a remarkable man, but even he was not that talented.
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When the dead body said, Good evening, Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.
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Any man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.
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Elizabeth, you resemble nothing so much as a hen trying to hatch a book.
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He shook his head in wonder. You are magnificent. I keep telling everyone that, she said with a nonchalant shrug, but you seem to be the only one to believe me.
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She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.
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He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.
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Have you seen Frances?” He tilted his head to the right. “I believe she’s off rooting about in the bushes.” Anne followed his gaze uneasily. “Rooting?” “She told me she was practicing for the next play.” Anne blinked at him, not following. “For when she gets to be a unicorn.” “Oh, of course.” She chuckled. “She is rather tenacious, that one.
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I have friends who have children, and they have told me how remarkable it is to have a new life that is a piece of your own flesh anf blood. But I -- I realized that I didn't love her because she was a piece of me, I loved her because she was a piece of you.
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The only words I'll allow from your mouth are, 'Oh, Gareth,' and 'Yes, Gareth.' What about 'More, Gareth'? He almost kept a straith face. That will be acceptable.
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I also think he is given to disguises...Sometimes he wears spectacles and sometimes he does not. And twice he has worn an extremely peculiar hat. Inside.
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And if you say that's because you lot barged into her home like a herd of mentally deficient sheep, I'm disowning all three of you.
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Everyone has secrets. Especially me.
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Until you've lived through all that, he said, don't you ever complain about what we have. Because to me... to me... He choked on the words, but he barely paused before he continued. This - us - is heaven. I can't bear to hear you say otherwise.
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It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him. His heart had been right. There was only one.
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In three days, he continued, I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means? You'll save me from marauding minotaurs?
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