a wordless tune

A small florist envelope sat lying on the table next to the crystal vase. Gerald casually picked it up and withdrew the card. “Flames of Passion Kindling my Heart” He turned it over, but there was no signature. Gerald frowned slightly, wondering who had sent flowers to Ellen. She sang a wordless tune as she pulled a loaf of fresh bread from the oven.

Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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