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Hazard [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader]
eBook by Jo Beverley & Teresa Bodwell
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eBook Category: Romance/Historical Fiction
eBook Description:  Two men have paid Lady Ann Peckworth court. Both have married another. Now, the dashing and disarming Race de Vere has mysteriously come into her life-to assist her in her quest for the ideal husband. Only it's de Vere who sets the standard-with one heady kiss during one unforgettable night...
eBook Publisher: Penguin Group/Signet
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (686 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (398 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (348 KB]
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MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 0786599758
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0786562625
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 0786562609
 
One "The toad. The slimy, warty toad!" Lady Anne Peckworth snapped around to stare at her sister. Frances was working through her day's letters, and clearly one of them had called for the Peckworth family's worst acceptable insult. Before she had time to ask, Frances looked at her and her stomach cramped. No. It was like lightning. It didn't strike the same person twice. Frances's mouth pinched as if to hold back the words, but then she said, "According to Cynthia Throgmorton, Wyvern is married. And to a nobody! A bastard daughter of a lady of Devon, who was working—would you believe?—as his housekeeper. She has it from Louisa Morton, who lives near Crag Wyvern and is absolutely to be relied upon, she says. Of course, neither she nor Cynthia has any idea that this gossip is of particular importance. . . ." Her furious face softened into sympathy. "Oh, Anne . . ." What did one say? The same as last time, she supposed. "I hope they'll be very happy." "Anne! The man has as good as jilted you! And after Middlethorpe, too. Father must take him to court over it." "Good heavens, no!" Anne shot to her feet. "I could not bear to be such an object of curiosity and pity." She bit her lips and controlled herself. "The Earl of Wyvern and I were not engaged, Frances. He had not so much as mentioned marriage." "But he has been paying you such attentions!" Since Frances was late in pregnancy and had been down here in Herefordshire for the past five months, the family letters must have been flying. Anne wasn't surprised. Her family was in a collective fret over her. Poor crippled Anne. Poor jilted Anne. Poor destined-to-be-a-spinster Anne. Late last year, their neighbor, Viscount Middlethorpe, had courted her. It had been understood by all that he would soon ask her to marry him, and she would accept. Then he'd been summoned to his estate by some problem. She had next seen him with his beautiful and scandalous wife on his arm. Not a housekeeper in that case, but the widow of a man known as Randy Riverton, which was almost as bad. "I wonder if this one is in an interesting condition, too." Copyright © 2002 by Jo Beverley Publications, Inc.
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