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It's In His Kiss: The Epilogue II [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe]
eBook by Julia Quinn
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eBook Category: Romance/Romance
eBook Description: What happened to the diamonds???? If you've read It's In His Kiss, you want to know. Don't miss this charming and passionate addendum, in which Gareth proves that some things get better with age, Hyacinth gains new respect for her mother (with a daughter like Isabella she'd have to, wouldn't she?), and everyone learns that while diamonds are lovely, sometimes tenacity is a girl's best friend.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./HarperCollins e-books
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2006
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [47 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [405 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 [31 KB], SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [377 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Secure Adobe: Printing enabled, Read-aloud DISABLED
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 0061235490
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0061235474
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 0061235504
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 0061235482
 
Begin Reading 1847, and all has come full circle. Truly Hmmph. It was official, then. She had become her mother. Hyacinth St. Clair fought the urge to bury her face in her hands as she sat on the cushioned bench at Mme. Langlois, Dressmaker, by far the most fashionable modiste in all London. She counted to ten, in three languages, and then, just for good measure, swallowed and let out an exhale. Because, really, it would not do to lose her temper in such a public setting. No matter how desperately she wanted to throttle her daughter. "Mummy." Isabella poked her head out from behind the curtain. Hyacinth noted that the word had been a statement, not a question. "Yes?" she returned, affixing onto her face an expression of such placid serenity she might have qualified for one of those pietà paintings they had seen when last they'd traveled to Rome. "Not the pink." Hyacinth waved a hand. Anything to refrain from speaking. "Not the purple, either." "I don't believe I suggested purple," Hyacinth murmured. "The blue's not right, and nor is the red, and frankly, I just don't understand this insistence society seems to have upon white, and well, if I might express my opinion—" Hyacinth felt herself slump. Who knew motherhood could be so tiring? And really, shouldn't she be used to this by now? "—a girl really ought to wear the color that most complements her complexion, and not what some over-important ninny at Almack's deems fashionable." "I agree wholeheartedly," Hyacinth said. "You do?" Isabella's face lit up, and Hyacinth's breath positively caught, because she looked so like her own mother in that moment it was almost eerie. "Yes," Hyacinth said, "but you're still getting something white." "But—" "No buts!" Copyright © 2006 by Julie Cotler Pottinger.
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