Blindly, Grace pushed away from the velvet-lined wall...Right into the path of a giant as tall and as hard as an oak.A firm hand caught her about the waist as strong fingers captured her wrists. She blinked the sting of unshed tears from her eyes to find herself entangled not with an oak, but with a man possessed of dark brown hair and dangerous golden eyes. A wry smile curved his lips as the orchestra began the opening strains of a waltz.
-Erica Ridley
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