Название | Time of My Life |
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Автор произведения | Sharon Griffiths |
Жанр | Зарубежные любовные романы |
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Издательство | Зарубежные любовные романы |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780007287765 |
SHARON GRIFFITHS
Time of My Life
Published by AVON
A Division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain as The Accidental Time Traveller by HarperCollinsPublishers 2008
This eBook edition published in 2018
Copyright © Sharon Griffiths 2008
Cover design © Diane Meachams Designs 2018
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Source ISBN: 9781847560902
Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780007287765
Version: 2018-05-18
For the Amos men – Mike, Adam and Owen – with love.
Contents
About the Author
About the Publisher
‘You all right, love?’
The taxi driver was looking at me oddly as I scrabbled in my bag. Mobile … iPod … notebook … Dictaphone … everything but my purse. Ah. There it was, right at the bottom, of course. I pulled a tenner out – I think it was a tenner – and pushed it through the window. Just peering in at the driver really hurt my neck.
‘Here, thanks. Keep the change.’
‘Are you sure you’re all right?’ he