For the Love of a Romance

He held her in his arms and told her that he was never going to let her go again. He had lost her once, due to a silly mistake on his part and he was going to make sure he made it work between them, so that it never happened again.

Marie sighed as she closed the cover of another book and placed it back on the shelf. She ran her fingers over the spines, reading the titles, trying to make up her mind which was to be her next romance novel to devour. If only the heroes of her books would emerge from between the pages and sweep Marie, cleanly off her feet. Imagination and dreams were a wonderful thing.

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