Lady DangerousRandom House Publishing Group, 23 Μαρ 2011 - 368 σελίδες Determined to find out if Viscount Radcliffe is the man responsible for her brother's murder, Liza Elliot poses as a maid in the house of the notorious Viscount Radcliffe and finds herself falling for the cold-blooded aristocrat. |
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... hair. Choke moaned as he beheld the stranger. “Loveday, don't tell me he's here already.” “Five minutes,” came the sedate reply. “Five!” Choke's voice rose to a screech, then he bawled with all the force of his gaunt frame. “Two minutes ...
... hair. Choke moaned as he beheld the stranger. “Loveday, don't tell me he's here already.” “Five minutes,” came the sedate reply. “Five!” Choke's voice rose to a screech, then he bawled with all the force of his gaunt frame. “Two minutes ...
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... hair up beneath her cap, glanced about surreptitiously, and shifted her whole dress to sit better on her shoulders. The garment was lined with layers of cotton bunting to make her appear plump. She made sure the buttons at her wrists ...
... hair up beneath her cap, glanced about surreptitiously, and shifted her whole dress to sit better on her shoulders. The garment was lined with layers of cotton bunting to make her appear plump. She made sure the buttons at her wrists ...
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... hair, so dark it seemed to absorb the flame of the match. Thick lashes lifted to reveal the glitter of cat-green eyes, a straight nose, and a chin that bore a day's stubble. The match died and was tossed aside. The man hooked his thumbs ...
... hair, so dark it seemed to absorb the flame of the match. Thick lashes lifted to reveal the glitter of cat-green eyes, a straight nose, and a chin that bore a day's stubble. The match died and was tossed aside. The man hooked his thumbs ...
Σελίδα 9
... hair, black as his brother's had once been, only gray at the temples. Of high stature like his nephew, he reminded Liza of the illustrations of knights in Le Morte d'Arthur, for he personified doomed beauty and chivalry. He had the same ...
... hair, black as his brother's had once been, only gray at the temples. Of high stature like his nephew, he reminded Liza of the illustrations of knights in Le Morte d'Arthur, for he personified doomed beauty and chivalry. He had the same ...
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... hair sprang out from beneath a worn cap. His neck and chin were shrouded in a torn wool scarf, above which gleamed pale, angel-blue eyes. He remembered when he'd found Nick, years ago, in Houndsditch. He'd stumbled over what he thought ...
... hair sprang out from beneath a worn cap. His neck and chin were shrouded in a torn wool scarf, above which gleamed pale, angel-blue eyes. He remembered when he'd found Nick, years ago, in Houndsditch. He'd stumbled over what he thought ...
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