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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Lady Always Wins about Publishers, Weekly, Best with the genre: Romance, Historical? End with the sentence ' But her favorite job is the one she's now doing full time--writing romance.'.
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conversations.value: the author's debut novel was published in 2010. Since then, she's been a New York Times and a USA Today bestseller, and her books have received starred reviews in Publishers Weekly and Booklist. She's been a RITA finalist and an RT Reviewer's Choice nominee for Best First Historical Romance. Her second book was chosen as a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2010. Courtney lives in the Rocky Mountains with her husband, a medium-sized dog, and an attack cat. Before she started writing historical romance, she experimented with various occupations: computer programming, dog-training, scientificating.... But her favorite job is the one she's now doing full time--writing romance.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Lady Always Wins
  Right now, the only things standing between him and the object of his affections were an exuberant field of colored tulips, a walkway of white crushed stones, and seven years of pointed silence on his part.
  It had been that long since last he'd set foot in Chester-on-Woolsey—seven long years in which he'd buried himself in his work, trying to forget dark hair and darker eyes, the feel of her skin, the sound of her laugh.
  Simon had walked to Barrett's Folly—the little property she had inherited from her aunt—from the railway station three miles distant. He'd diverted from his destination only long enough to leave his valise at the inn in town. The man who had assigned him his room was new to the area; he'd not even blinked in recognition when Simon gave his name.
  At that early hour, only the bakery had been open. He'd stopped for a bun, but old Mrs. Brandell hadn't remembered him, either. There was no reason the little village should recall him. He'd merely spent his childhood holidays here.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Lady Always Wins
  Right now, the only things standing between him and the object of his affections were an exuberant field of colored tulips, a walkway of white crushed stones, and seven years of pointed silence on his part.
  It had been that long since last he'd set foot in Chester-on-Woolsey—seven long years in which he'd buried himself in his work, trying to forget dark hair and darker eyes, the feel of her skin, the sound of her laugh.
  Simon had walked to Barrett's Folly—the little property she had inherited from her aunt—from the railway station three miles distant. He'd diverted from his destination only long enough to leave his valise at the inn in town. The man who had assigned him his room was new to the area; he'd not even blinked in recognition when Simon gave his name.
  At that early hour, only the bakery had been open. He'd stopped for a bun, but old Mrs. Brandell hadn't remembered him, either. There was no reason the little village should recall him.
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conversations.value: What is another paragraph? Start with the sentence 'He'd never seen her naked'.
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conversations.value: He'd never seen her naked. They'd kissed—and more—but they'd stayed on the frustrating side of chaste. Her doing, really; he'd certainly made no great efforts on that front. For all her talk of being a mad Barrett, she'd always been the practical one.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: USUALLY I WRITE about real places. But there are no such places as Chester-on-Woolsey, Anniston, Castingham, or Chapton. There is no Prince's Canal, either. I made up locations because the British railway timeline didn't fit my fictional needs. I either had to change history or change geography; I chose the latter.
  But this story is still based on historical events. The 1840s in England saw fortunes being made (and lost) on railways, and there was a lot of animosity between competing methods of transportation. Canal owners and railway owners clashed, but there was also a good bit of railway-on-railway hostility. ("Railway-on-railway" sounds so dirty.)
  In 1846, the railway bubble collapsed. Simon's decision to diversify came at precisely the right time. But for those who might worry about it, in my version of Britain, Simon and Ginny's company survived the collapse of the bubble—as did many of the major arterial connections.