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Reclusive Edward Babcock had never seen a lovelier sight than the woman he pulled from the sea. She insisted she was a princess, and was quite certain he was her bodyguard Boris. Edward had spent a lifetime hiding his true identity from the world. But he was positive his name wasn't Boris. And the last thing he needed was to fall in love with a woman without an identity. But the more time he spent with her, the more Edward wondered: could only a woman who didn't know who she was love a man who couldn't tell who he was? | Reclusive Edward Babcock had never seen a lovelier sight than the woman he pulled from the sea. She insisted she was a princess, and was quite certain he was her bodyguard Boris. Edward had spent a lifetime hiding his true identity from the world. But he was positive his name wasn't Boris. And the last thing he needed was to fall in love with a woman without an identity. But the more time he spent with her, the more Edward wondered: could only a woman who didn't know who she was love a man who couldn't tell who he was? | ||
Revision as of 09:52, 13 December 2009
- Author: Lisa Bingham
- Publisher: Harlequin American Romance # 692
- Year: 1997
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing: The Princess And The Frog
Book Description
Reclusive Edward Babcock had never seen a lovelier sight than the woman he pulled from the sea. She insisted she was a princess, and was quite certain he was her bodyguard Boris. Edward had spent a lifetime hiding his true identity from the world. But he was positive his name wasn't Boris. And the last thing he needed was to fall in love with a woman without an identity. But the more time he spent with her, the more Edward wondered: could only a woman who didn't know who she was love a man who couldn't tell who he was?
