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It's in His Kiss [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe]
eBook by Julia Quinn
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description: Meet Our Hero ... Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin his inheritance. Gareth's sole bequest is an old family diary, which may or may not contain the secrets of his past .. and the key to his future. The problem is--it's written in Italian, of which Gareth speaks not a word. Meet Our Heroine ... All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth Bridgerton. She's fiendishly smart, devilishly outspoken, and according to Gareth, probably best in small doses. But there's something about her--something charming and vexing--that grabs him and won't quite let go ... Meet Poor Mr. Mozart ... Or don't. But rest assured, he's spinning in his grave when Gareth and Hyacinth cross paths at the annual--and annually discordant--Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth, Gareth's every word seems a dare, and she offers to translate his diary, even though her Italian is slightly less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious text, they discover that the answers they seek lie not in the diary, but in each other ... and that there is nothing as simple--or as complicated--as a single, perfect kiss.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./PerfectBound
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005
343 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT [341 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT [625 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 [262 KB], SECURE ADOBE FORMAT [2.0 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [544 KB]
Secure Adobe: Printing enabled, Read-aloud DISABLED Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 9780060855697 Adobe Reader ISBN: 9780060855710 Mobipocket Reader ISBN: 9780060855703 eReader ISBN: 9780060855680

Chapter 1 Ten years have passed, and we meet our heroine, who, it must be said, has never been known as a shy and retiring flower. The scene is the annual Smythe-Smith musicale, about ten minutes before Mr. Mozart begins to rotate in his grave. "Why do we do this to ourselves?" Hyacinth Bridgerton wondered aloud. "Because we are good, kind people," her sister-in-law replied, sitting in—God help them—a front-row seat. "One would think," Hyacinth persisted, regarding the empty chair next to Penelope with the same excitement she might show a sea urchin, "that we would have learned our lesson last year. Or perhaps the year before that. Or maybe even—" "Hyacinth?" Penelope said. Hyacinth swung her gaze to Penelope, lifting one brow in question. "Sit." Hyacinth sighed. But she sat. The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover. Hyacinth let out another sigh, this one louder than the last. "I'm not entirely certain that I'm either good or kind." "I'm not certain, either," Penelope said, "but I have decided to have faith in you nevertheless." "Rather sporting of you," Hyacinth said. "I thought so." Hyacinth glanced at her sideways. "Of course you did not have any choice in the matter." Penelope turned in her seat, her eyes narrowing. "Meaning?" "Colin refused to accompany you, didn't he?" Hyacinth said with a sly look. Colin was Hyacinth's brother, and he'd married Penelope a year earlier. Penelope clamped her mouth into a firm line. "I do love it when I am right," Hyacinth said triumphantly. "Which is fortunate, since I so often am." Penelope just looked at her. "You do know that you are insufferable." "Of course." Hyacinth leaned toward Penelope with a devilish smile. "But you love me, anyway, admit it." Copyright © 2005 by Julie Cotler Pottinger
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