Wild Injustice
āļ.āļ. 2011 · Harlequin+ORM
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"You're nothing but a scheming little gold digger, interesting in lining your own pockets."
How dared Rohan Courtenay accuse her so unjustly? He'd always disapproved of Charlotte's marriage to his younger brother, and now that Glen was dead, Rohan seemed determined to get his revenge. Yet Charlotte couldn't deny the spark of attraction between them, or the powerful emotions he aroused in her. Could she be falling in love with her sworn enemy?
How dared Rohan Courtenay accuse her so unjustly? He'd always disapproved of Charlotte's marriage to his younger brother, and now that Glen was dead, Rohan seemed determined to get his revenge. Yet Charlotte couldn't deny the spark of attraction between them, or the powerful emotions he aroused in her. Could she be falling in love with her sworn enemy?
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Margaret Mayo says most writers state they've always written and made up stories, right from a very young age. Not her! Margaret was a voracious reader but never invented stories, until the morning of June 14th 1974 when she woke up with an idea for a short story. The story grew until it turned into a full length novel, and after a few rewrites, it was accepted by Mills & Boon. Two years and eight books later, Margaret gave up full-time work for good. And her love of writing goes on!
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