The Spymaster's LadyPenguin, 2008年1月2日 - 384 頁 The historical romance that began Joanna Bourne's spectacular spymaster series! She's never met a man she couldn't deceive...until now. She's braved battlefields. She's stolen dispatches from under the noses of heads of state. She's played the worldly courtesan, the naive virgin, the refined British lady, even a Gypsy boy. But Annique Villiers, the elusive spy known as the Fox Cub, has finally met the one man she can't outwit. |
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... smelling of wintergreen. His hand crawled inside the bodice of her dress to take hold of her breast. His fingers were smooth and dry, like dead sticks, and he hurt her again and again. She would not be sick upon Leblanc in his evening ...
... smelling of wintergreen. His hand crawled inside the bodice of her dress to take hold of her breast. His fingers were smooth and dry, like dead sticks, and he hurt her again and again. She would not be sick upon Leblanc in his evening ...
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... smell the gunpowder on his clothes and the wound going bad. She would wager money there was metal still inside him. When she ran her fingers across his face, his lips were dry and cracked, and he was burning hot. High fever. They had ...
... smell the gunpowder on his clothes and the wound going bad. She would wager money there was metal still inside him. When she ran her fingers across his face, his lips were dry and cracked, and he was burning hot. High fever. They had ...
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... smells of the fruit that fell a few weeks ago. The road you seek, the driveway to the Sisters of the Orphans, is ... smell that. Rue Bérenger runs east toward the bridge, to Paris, where men of your profession likely have friends. Or ...
... smells of the fruit that fell a few weeks ago. The road you seek, the driveway to the Sisters of the Orphans, is ... smell that. Rue Bérenger runs east toward the bridge, to Paris, where men of your profession likely have friends. Or ...
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... smell of the water.” And with that, he'd found the bait to lure her in. Her voice gave her away. The catch basin in the garden held barely enough to wet their mouths. She was thirsty. Hurting with it. He chose his words carefully. “I'll ...
... smell of the water.” And with that, he'd found the bait to lure her in. Her voice gave her away. The catch basin in the garden held barely enough to wet their mouths. She was thirsty. Hurting with it. He chose his words carefully. “I'll ...
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... smell of fresh paint led him to the coach and a spiderweb of faint lines leaking from a dark lantern. When he slid the tin sheathing aside, a wedge of light sprang up across the weedgrown courtyard. Doyle settled Adrian in the coach ...
... smell of fresh paint led him to the coach and a spiderweb of faint lines leaking from a dark lantern. When he slid the tin sheathing aside, a wedge of light sprang up across the weedgrown courtyard. Doyle settled Adrian in the coach ...
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