A Wedding By Dawn. Alison DeLaine
Читать онлайн.| Название | A Wedding By Dawn |
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| Автор произведения | Alison DeLaine |
| Жанр | Исторические любовные романы |
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| Издательство | Исторические любовные романы |
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‘A fearless debut! Alison DeLaine pens a stand-out romance.’
—New York Times bestselling author Julia London
‘Unusual and engaging … DeLaine keeps the pages turning.’
—Publishers Weekly on A Gentleman ‘Til Midnight
ALISON DELAINE
A Gentleman ‘Til Midnight
A Promise by Daylight
A Wedding by Dawn
ALISON DELAINE lives in rural Arizona, where she can often be found driving a dented old pickup truck out to her mining claim in the desert. When she’s not busy striking it rich, waiting on spoiled pets, or keeping her husband in line, she is happily putting characters through the wringer.
Alison DeLaine
To my parents, for their support.
Contents
FOR FIFTY THOUSAND pounds, Nicholas Warre didn’t give a damn what his bride looked like.
He curled his hand around the jamb of the tavern’s side door, with Malta’s night breeze at his back and a host of raucous Mediterranean drunks shoving their way past him, and glanced at William Jaxbury. “You’re absolutely certain?”
Jaxbury’s gaze leveled on their prize, Lady India Sinclair. His gold earrings glittered in the muted candlelight that spilled through the doorway, and his dark red Barbary turban made him look like a corsair devil. “Recognize that tricorne anywhere,” he said, and ducked quickly out of view on the other side of the doorway. Amusement danced in his eyes, damn him. Always laughing when there wasn’t one bloody thing to laugh at.
Inside the tavern, Nick’s betrothed perched on a stool, deep in conversation with a companion who could only be Miss Millicent Germain. Lady India’s full attention was fixed on something—someone?—across the room. That tricorne blocked her face, and a black waistcoat obscured her figure, but he had a clear view of a shapely leg clad in breeches and a white stocking. Her black buckled shoe tap-tap-tapped the stool’s leg.
“Second thoughts?” Jaxbury asked, eyes gleaming.
“No.” A man didn’t have second thoughts about a bank draft that would finally put an end to his misery. “I shall go in through the main door, while you stay here and wait for my signal.” And then—
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