So… we meet at last…
As a kid, I didn't want to be a doctor, an astronaut, or (god forbid) a writer. I was going to be an Egyptologist, and that was that. Then a beat-up library book about a time-traveling Egyptian prince and a plucky redhead changed everything.
Now I work in HR by day and write love stories by night, a far cry from tombs and sarcophagi, but at least nobody's cursed. Probably.
Catch her if you dare!
Lady Julia Osborne has been running from rakes since before her own sister, a betrayal to be clear, married last season and left her to the hounds. The Marriage Mart hounds, to be specific, and she’s not about to be caught!
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