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  Penelope beamed. “A quiet life in northern England sounds like heaven.” She held out her left hand. “John, I would love nothing more than to marry you. I don’t know how it happened so quickly, but I love you too.”

  Slipping the engagement ring onto her finger, John grinned. Pure joy fused the old scars marring his soul. Amazing, but Penelope healed him, made him a whole man again. He slid an arm about her waist, and, proper or otherwise, tugged her close. “Is this madness?” he asked.

  “Perhaps.” A slow smile stretched across her tempting lips. “Or a bit of magic, but I think madness is necessary while falling in love.”

  She tilted her head back and he claimed her mouth in a possessive—thoroughly scandalous—kiss.

  The entire ballroom cheered. It was Valentine’s Day after all.

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  A Registered Nurse by night, Melissa battles the stresses of life and illness by enjoying uplifting tales of love and romance. A firm believer in true love united with an enduring fascination with history has prompted her pursuit of romance writing. She lives in beautiful Big Sky Country Montana with her husband and children.