A Lover's Kiss. Margaret Moore

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СКАЧАТЬ the King’s Service #675

      A Lover’s Kiss #908

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      Hers To Command

      Hers To Desire

      My Lord’s Desire

      The Notorious Knight

      Knave’s Honor

      With many thanks to all those who wanted Drury

       to get his own story. I’m very grateful

       for your support and enthusiasm.

      A Lover’s Kiss

       is the long-awaited sequel to

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       and

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      Contents

      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

      Author’s Note

      Chapter One

      Considering Drury’s life in general, I suppose I shouldn’t really be surprised. It’s unfortunate the young woman was French, though. We all know how he feels about the French.

      —from The Collected Letters of

       Lord Bromwell, noted naturalist and

       author of The Spider’s Web

      London, 1819

      Panting, Juliette Bergerine lay on her bed in a tangle of bedclothes and stared at the stained ceiling above her.

      It had been a dream. Just a dream. She was not in France, not back on the farm, and Gaston LaRoche was far away. The war was over, Napoleon defeated. She was in London. She was safe.

      She was alone.

      Except…what was that scuffling sound? It could be rats in the walls, but it seemed too distant.

      And what was that noise? A shout? A cry of pain coming from the alley outside?

      Kicking off her sheets and thin blanket, Juliette got out of her narrow bed and hurried to the window, raising the sash as high as it would go. Clad only in a chemise, she shivered, for the September air was chilly and tainted by the smells of burning coal, of refuse and dung. The half-moon illuminated the hastily, poorly constructed building across the alley, and the ground below.

      Four men with clubs or some kind of weapons surrounded another man who had his back to the wall of the lodging house. She watched with horror as the four crept closer, obviously about to attack him. The man near the wall crouched, ready to defend himself, his dark-haired head moving warily from side to side as he waited for them to strike.

      She opened her mouth to call out for help, then hesitated. She didn’t know those men, either the attackers or their victim. Given where she lived, they could all be bad men involved in a dispute about ill-gotten gains, or a quarrel among thieves. What would happen if she interfered? Should she even try?

      Yet it was four against one, so she did not close the window, and in the next moment, she was glad she had not, for the man with his back to the wall cursed—in French.

      A fellow countryman, so no wonder he was under attack. Being French would be enough to make him a target for English louts.

      Just as she was about to call out, the tallest of the attackers stepped forward and swung his weapon. The Frenchman jumped back, colliding with the wall. At the same time, another assailant, his face shielded by his hat, moved forward, slashing. She saw the glint of metal in the moonlight—a knife.

      She must help her countryman! But what could she do?

      She swiftly СКАЧАТЬ