Two years ago, we were sitting on the beach, reading our kindles, when a giant leather ball flew into "Thanks, miss," said the rugby player when we tossed it back, with a cute grin and dimples for days. We knew then we wanted to live in a meet cute for the rest of our lives—just without the sand. As the man strode away in his broad striped shirt, Raglan Publishing was born. 

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We promote romance that's a cut above the rest. We are dedicated to developing romance as the herald of modern literature it is.