I'm not sure if most women remember their first smutty romance novel, but for some reason I still have a copy of mine. I remember it being passed around by friends in middle school. The Marquis of Bradbury accidentally kidnaps poor Elise, the feisty innocent relation of his ex-fiancee. Adventure and snark ensue and eventually they fall in love. It was everything a pre-teen girl could want out of a novel.
Status: Trashed
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