Vanquished (Men of Roxbury House)
Hope Tarr
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 1932815759
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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world is fair, Miss Rivers. On the other hand, I expect you’d be rather shocked at the number of married women who manage to navigate a way around the rules.” He thought of the wayward matrons he’d helped in that regard and was glad for the cover that hid his smile. She rose from her chair. “I think you are deliberately goading me.” Uncovering himself and straightening, he made no move to deny it. “And what of you, Miss Rivers, what do you advocate when it comes to managing intimate relations
gloves to survey the two teacups set on the table, their contents barely touched. “A picture of the Rivers woman frolicking in the park like an inmate escaped from Bedlam with her skirts blown beyond her knees may not be the piece de resistance I am paying you to produce, but it constitutes a promising beginning to building the case against her. I want it.” So his initial instincts about being followed hadn’t been pure paranoia after all. “You’ve set someone to watch me.” The older man
Brody, ‘ave a heart. Girl’s gotta eat, don’t she?” From behind the stall, the apron-clad merchant shouted back, “You’re no girl, Pol, and ‘aven’t been for years. Now take your poxy hide out o’ me sight before you chase away any more customers.” Reaching over, he dealt the blonde a hard shove. Watching in horror, Callie caught at Hadrian’s coat sleeve. The woman righted herself, stepping back to straighten her worn velvet bonnet with great dignity. “I’m going, aren’t I, but mark me, ye’ll pay
Garden days and darted inside the square’s gated entrance. He realized his mistake at once. Apparently not content with clogging the sidewalks, the damnable females had made camp within the park proper. A platform had been erected in the center of the green and several more dark-clad women busied themselves lighting the torches set about its perimeter. Giving them broad berth, he kept his head down and his sights trained on the opposite end of the wrought-iron gate. The blare of a bobby’s
drives herself too hard by half, up until all hours of the night hammering out this article or that speech, then back at it early the next morning. And now, of course, there are her sessions with you.” She recalled his advertisement’s promise of a second’s only sitting, and couldn’t resist asking, “How is her portrait progressing? You two have been at it for some time now, nearly two weeks is it not?” Indeed, by now he should have taken enough photographs to fill several books if, indeed,
