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Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

Mary Balogh

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

Tags: place, safe, wrong

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About Mary Balogh

Mary Balogh (born Mary Jenkins on 24 March 1944) is a Welsh-Canadian novelist writing historical romance, born and raised in Swansea. In 1967, she moved to Canada to start a teaching career, married a local coroner and settled in Kipling, Saskatchewan, where she eventually became a school principal. Her debut novel appeared in 1985. Her historical fiction is set in the Regency era (1811–1820) or the wider Georgian era (1714–1830).