The Tiger's Bride. Merline Lovelace
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The Tiger’s Bride
Merline Lovelace
To Al, my own rogue-hearted adventurer. Who could have imagined that our honeymoon in Hong Kong twenty-nine years ago would have been the start of something so wonderful?
“A damned unusual missionary’s daughter,”
Jamie muttered, as much to himself as to her.
“Well, yes,” Sarah answered, her smile fading at his uncivil tone. “I suppose I am or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
Tired of word games, Jamie decided it was time to rid himself of this audacious female. “I assume your presence has something to do with the notes you sent me, and not any desire to learn the intricacies of the Fluttering Butterfly.”
“The fluttering…?”
With a mocking grin, he gestured to one of the painted panels decorating the bed.
A wave of color washed up her neck. Lifting her chin, she glared at him.