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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled A Margin of Promise about Emma, heres, Shes with the genre: Romance, Historical?
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conversations.value: the author spends most of her time writing under a different pseudonym (heres a hint: shes a lazy misanthropic porn tart). Shes happy to present her fans with some original boys, and hopes theyll generate a few fans of their own. Utilizing her joint honours in medieval studies and history to bolster her forays into fiction, Emma enjoys creating worlds that have a touch of magic in their depths, or that somehow go beyond the realm of the mundane. When not penning erotica, catching up on the latest shows, or following her favourite bands, she freelances as a copywriter. She cant acknowledge her cat in this bio because she is allergic and therefore does not have one. She does, however, have a jealousy-inducing collection of shoes. Emma can be reached at emmalanner@gmail.com.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: A Margin of Promise
  But then, he didn't really understand how such things worked. There was clearly something between Edmund and Gideon. Perhaps Gideon had simply been teasing him. The man certainly seemed the type.
  In a long suffering, very matter-of-fact tone, she said, "I'm not going to be much help if you refuse to be honest with me."
  Gideon lounged in a wide chair nursing his first drink of the evening. There was no grand party tonight, since none would be so rude--nor so foolish--as to schedule something directly after one of Rainford's gatherings. Which meant, of course, that the hall had a good crowd, and though his company for the night was late, he had quite a bit of scenery to pass the time. He did so enjoy the current fashion. There was precious little as appealing as a room full of trim men in snug breeches and leather boots.
  Gideon's gaze was on the door when Isaac appeared, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. He wasted effort trying to put it to rights as he waited impatiently for Edmund to hand off gloves and hat. He fidgeted delightfully, rolling his eyes slightly when he caught himself and forcing his body to stillness only to fidget again a second later.
  Gideon again sipped at his drink and held it on his tongue to savour it. He'd wager good money that nervous energy of Isaac's would increase tenfold between the sheets.
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conversations.value: A worry Gideon hadn't fully realised he'd carried faded. Regrets were not something he wished to hear on Isaac's lips. "Then come lie with me. You've used me so thoroughly even the couches are an unappealing prospect."
  The concern put a genuine smile on Gideon's face. Men in his experience generally seemed to assume that if he took it once, he could take it again soon after. He poured two glasses of brandy and offered one. "Of course, my love. Though any sport you wish to have with me tonight will have to be decidedly less vigorous."
  Isaac coloured and gulped at his drink. He docilely let Gideon rid him of boots and jacket before they moved into the bedroom, and once there, he settled with little prompting on the bed, reclining against a mound of pillows Gideon had been using while reading.
  Isaac folded his hands, looking for a moment as if he regretted the decision to finish his drink so quickly. "There is a house party this weekend," he began.
  As flattering as that was--and he wasn't certain Isaac was aware of exactly how much--Gideon doubted that was the sole reason for the question. "Would you like me to?"
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: With more hesitance than he had taken Isaac's kiss, Gideon released Edmund's steadying grip and reached instead for Isaac's slender hand. The warmth that followed, the comfort and the stirring of anticipation, felt exactly as he had hoped.
  The bell rang again. Whyte, he noticed sourly, was absolutely nowhere to be found. Possibly he had expected Gideon and Isaac to spend more time rolling about the rooms than packing them. They did tend to carry on in ways that hired help was best at making itself not a witness to. How Edmund had been dragged along on this errand remained a mystery. He was certain he'd said he had much to attend to regarding Isaac's accounts for Cambridge.
  Edmund had heard more than his fair share of that accursed word lately. Upon Meredith's lips, however, it filled him not with dread but a purely anticipatory spark. No one more than he could be so shocked to find it there. "I don't believe that was quite so blunt, Mr. Atkins."
  Emma Lanner spends most of her time writing under a different pseudonym (here's a hint: she's a lazy misanthropic porn tart). She's happy to present her fans with some original boys, and hopes they'll generate a few fans of their own.
  Utilizing her joint honours in medieval studies and history to bolster her forays into fiction, Emma enjoys creating worlds that have a touch of magic in their depths, or that somehow go beyond the realm of the mundane. When not penning erotica, catching up on the latest shows, or following her favourite bands, she freelances as a copywriter. She can't acknowledge her cat in this bio because she is allergic and therefore does not have one. She does, however, have a jealousy-inducing collection of shoes.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: She does, however, have a jealousy-inducing collection of shoes.. She can't acknowledge her cat in this bio because she is allergic and therefore does not have one. When not penning erotica, catching up on the latest shows, or following her favourite bands, she freelances as a copywriter.
  Utilizing her joint honours in medieval studies and history to bolster her forays into fiction, Emma enjoys creating worlds that have a touch of magic in their depths, or that somehow go beyond the realm of the mundane. She's happy to present her fans with some original boys, and hopes they'll generate a few fans of their own."
  Emma Lanner spends most of her time writing under a different pseudonym (here's a hint: she's a lazy misanthropic porn tart). Atkins. "I don't believe that was quite so blunt, Mr. No one more than he could be so shocked to find it there. Upon Meredith's lips, however, it filled him not with dread but a purely anticipatory spark.
  Edmund had heard more than his fair share of that accursed word lately. He was certain he'd said he had much to attend to regarding Isaac's accounts for Cambridge. How Edmund had been dragged along on this errand remained a mystery. They did tend to carry on in ways that hired help was best at making itself not a witness to. Possibly he had expected Gideon and Isaac to spend more time rolling about the rooms than packing them. Whyte, he noticed sourly, was absolutely nowhere to be found.
  The bell rang again. The warmth that followed, the comfort and the stirring of anticipation, felt exactly as he had hoped.With more hesitance than he had taken Isaac's kiss, Gideon released Edmund's steadying grip and reached instead for Isaac's slender hand