Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.
"I am not poaching," she snapped, retrieving her arrow. "I am practicing for the Midsummer Tournament. My father’s honor—and my own freedom—depends on it." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...
"Breathe," he whispered near her ear. "Release on the exhale." Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a
"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. " she snapped