The Rake: Lessons in LoveHarper Collins, 2009 M03 17 - 384 páginas A Regency romp about a young lady who vows revenge on the rakish lord who loved and left her, only to find herself unexpectedly caught in Cupid′s net along with the handsome viscount when her plan to love and leave him backfires. |
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... aunt was hosting the soiree, so she couldn't imagine that anyone had even invited him. Her dance partner joined her again, and she favored the handsome, golden-haired baron with a determined smile. She would just have to put that devil ...
... aunt was hosting the soiree, so she couldn't imagine that anyone had even invited him. Her dance partner joined her again, and she favored the handsome, golden-haired baron with a determined smile. She would just have to put that devil ...
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... aunts?” Georgiana asked his backside. He stopped and, with a slight hesitation, turned around. “My aunts?” “Yes. I don't see them this evening. How are they?” “Aunt Edwina is quite well,” he said, his expression wary. “Aunt Milly is ...
... aunts?” Georgiana asked his backside. He stopped and, with a slight hesitation, turned around. “My aunts?” “Yes. I don't see them this evening. How are they?” “Aunt Edwina is quite well,” he said, his expression wary. “Aunt Milly is ...
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... aunt's party. A thorough search revealed no sign of the pretty young debutante, and with a preoccupied frown Georgiana went to find her aunt and resume her hostess duties. Being Aunt Frederica's live-in companion came with both certain ...
... aunt's party. A thorough search revealed no sign of the pretty young debutante, and with a preoccupied frown Georgiana went to find her aunt and resume her hostess duties. Being Aunt Frederica's live-in companion came with both certain ...
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... aunts. Please stand aside.” Gathering her skirt, she brushed past him into the foyer. Her skin smelled of lavender. “Won't you come in?” he asked belatedly. “You're a very poor butler, you know,” she said over her shoulder. “Show me to ...
... aunts. Please stand aside.” Gathering her skirt, she brushed past him into the foyer. Her skin smelled of lavender. “Won't you come in?” he asked belatedly. “You're a very poor butler, you know,” she said over her shoulder. “Show me to ...
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... aunts, though she'd seen them at her own home less than a fortnight earlier, just before Aunt Milly's latest attack of gout. “What the devil is she up to?” he murmured. Given their past, he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her ...
... aunts, though she'd seen them at her own home less than a fortnight earlier, just before Aunt Milly's latest attack of gout. “What the devil is she up to?” he murmured. Given their past, he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her ...
Contenido
Sección 13 | 179 |
Sección 14 | 195 |
Sección 15 | 215 |
Sección 16 | 232 |
Sección 17 | 249 |
Sección 18 | 272 |
Sección 19 | 285 |
Sección 20 | 308 |
Sección 9 | 106 |
Sección 10 | 126 |
Sección 11 | 142 |
Sección 12 | 160 |
Sección 21 | 325 |
Sección 22 | 345 |
Sección 23 | 363 |
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Página 216 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 48 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues We write in water.
Página 196 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness, and humility : But when the blast of war...
Página 127 - The world's a huge thing; it is a great price For a small vice.
Página 6 - By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
Página 91 - The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices • Make instruments to plague us.
Página 13 - Fair is foul, and foul is fair. —Macbeth, Act I, Scene i Tristan Carroway, Viscount Dare, looked up from the London Times as the brass knocker banged against his front door.
Página 206 - He leaned closer, tilting her chin up so she had to look him in the eye. "Would you choose to be a pauper? Would you be any less suspicious of a suitor's motives if you were poor and pretty?