For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Intensely Seductive Seasons of the Barbarian
Waiting alone in the humble comfort of old Veronicas hovel, with the quite ebony scent of almond blossoms and frangipani wafting in from outside, the terrified Juliette thought once more of Senator Morgan, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to the best salon gossip, marooned by his own crew on the Isle of Retribution.
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