The Perfect Hero: The perfect summer read for Austen addicts!. Victoria Connelly
Читать онлайн.| Название | The Perfect Hero: The perfect summer read for Austen addicts! |
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| Автор произведения | Victoria Connelly |
| Жанр | Зарубежные любовные романы |
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| Издательство | Зарубежные любовные романы |
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| isbn | 9780007373376 |
The Perfect Hero
VICTORIA CONNELLY
Copyright
HarperCollinsPublishers
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers in 2011
This ebook edition published by HarperCollins Publishers in 2017
Copyright © Victoria Connelly 2011
Victoria Connelly asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9781847562265
Ebook Edition © April 2011 ISBN: 9780007373376
Version: 2017-06-12
To my dear friend, Deborah, with love.
‘Is not general incivility the very essence of love?’
Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice
Contents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Acknowledgements
Victoria Connelly’s Top Ten Romantic Heroes . . .
About the Author
By the same author
Prologue
Peggy Sullivan leant forward in an attempt to get the pillows behind her just right.
‘It’s my eyes I miss the most,’ she said to the young woman sitting by the side of the bed. ‘I wasn’t too bothered when my legs went. I was too tired to walk around much anyway. I didn’t even mind when my right ear went last month but I do miss my eyes.’
The young woman leant forward and patted her hand.
‘It’s so kind that you come and read to me, Kay,’ Peggy said.
‘It’s my pleasure.’
‘It can’t be easy for you, my dear. Coming here, I mean.’
Kay looked at Peggy for a moment before answering. ‘It wasn’t at first. I kept seeing Mum everywhere – sitting in the conservatory gazing out at the gardens, or serving everyone tea in the sitting room.’
‘We all miss her so much. She always loved taking care of everybody – just like you do.’
Kay nodded. ‘She used to call me “Little Mother” when I was growing up.’
Peggy smiled sadly and then looked at Kay with bemusement in her eyes. ‘How you came to work at Barnum and Mason, I’ll never understand.’
‘It was the first job I was offered,’ Kay said with a shrug. ‘I took it thinking I’d only be there a little while. I was hoping—’
‘Someone would discover your paintings,’ Peggy interrupted.
‘Yes.’
‘Well, they’re taking their time, I must say.’
They were silent for a moment and Kay looked out of Peggy’s window. Her bedroom was on the ground floor of The Pines and overlooked the communal garden