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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled What the Bride Wore about Grant, Irene, Regency with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: In this fun and passion-filled Regency, Grant Benton, future Earl of Crowle, accidentally burns down his family's barn. His already-impoverished family must sell their land, and Grant, although despondent, accepts his bleak future. When he gets the chance to earn back his land by running a mill, Grant takes charge of the business with ruthless efficiency but keeps his identity secret. Then he meets Irene Knopp, a beautiful garment purchaser, and his long-quiet libido roars back to life. As the two begin a passionate affair, Irene offers Grant a different perspective on life, suggesting that work can be fulfilling and rewardinga notion Grant finds difficult to accept. When they discover that Irene's life may be in danger, Grant and Irene realize just how deep their feelings have become. Readers will savor the numerous red-hot love scenes as Grant finds his way to maturity and love. Agent: Pamela Harty, Knight Agency. (Aug.)
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: What the Bride Wore
  Grant Benton, future Lord Crowle, glared at the dog. It really hadn't been Dandy, the very ugly collie, who'd spoken. No, the irritating voice of his madness merely pretended to be speaking via the family dog. It didn't matter. Grant did as he always did: he ignored the voice and the idea that he was insane.
  Grant nodded as the young man pulled a guinea out of the pile of coins on a nearby rock. It was the stakes of the bet, and Grant could feel his hands itch at the idea that soon this small mound would be his. Unlike these toffs, he needed the money. Meanwhile, the boy expertly flipped the coin into the air. Grant called... and won. Then he gestured graciously at the young Harry. "I shall allow you the first attempt," he said softly.
  The bet was simple: who could blow the longest and greatest plume of fire. The prize was enough money to pay for half his sister's wedding, which had just occurred some ten hours before. The judges were all young bucks—friends of Harry—who had added their coins to the pot. And as the mound of guineas grew, Grant felt his luck settle thick and hard about his shoulders.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'He snorted, but patted her hand gently'.
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conversations.value: He snorted, but patted her hand gently. "You know very little of my soul, Irene. And—God willing—you never will."
  She pulled back, completely appalled by his dismissal. "Why would you say that? Why would you ask for a distance between us?"
  He must have noticed her tone. Certainly, he couldn't miss how she drew back as if wounded. But he held her hand tight, gripping her fingers when she would have withdrawn from his arm. "I am mad, Irene," he said softly. "A stark, raving lunatic. I always have been."
  She searched his face, startled by what she read there. He was serious. He believed himself mad. Worse, he believed he was as useless as his father.
  She nodded, her mind pulling in the details of his event. "You didn't want to dine at the Lawton household." Her eyes abruptly widened. "You think they might try and murder you there? At dinner?"
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Will nodded and settled more firmly into his stance. "Work is proceeding. It's slow, dirty, and exhausting, but we've made good progress. We'll have it all connected up next year for sure."
  Will felt his jaw go slack in astonishment. "No bonus can make a miracle, my lord. Rain's good for the crops, but we're slogging through mud. If we get a drenching, we lose a week's worth of work."
  Lawton wasn't fooled by Will's attempt at humility. He frowned, but as he was a temperate man, that was the extent of his disapproval. "Wouldn't a lot of money be a blessing?" he asked dryly.
  Will tamped down his temper. This man didn't deserve it, and Will couldn't afford to release it. Besides, it didn't matter what he said. The man would do what he intended no matter how Will tried to dissuade him. Such was the way with the titled.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: "Work is proceeding. It's slow, dirty, and exhausting, but we've made good progress. We'll have it all connected up next year for sure."
  Will felt his jaw go slack in astonishment. "No bonus can make a miracle, my lord. Rain's good for the crops, but we're slogging through mud. If we get a drenching, we lose a week's worth of work."
  Lawton wasn't fooled by Will's attempt at humility. He frowned, but as he was a temperate man, that was the extent of his disapproval. "Wouldn't a lot of money be a blessing?" he asked dryly.
  Will tamped down his temper. This man didn't deserve it, and Will couldn't afford to release it. Besides, it didn't matter what he said. The man would do what he intended no matter how Will tried to dissuade him. Such was the way with the titled.