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He blanched. And besides, she talks.”, “You just said you didn’t want her on the boat!”. She’d spent the last two years trying (but not really trying) to get one to marry her. Poppy glanced frantically between the two men, trying to decide whether it was in her best interests to add to the conversation. We couldn’t just leave her there. She stared at the bottle. “I suppose we should ask him what to do with her,” Green said. I don't think I even made it out of Chapter Two. Poppy took a few baby steps in, nudging her shoes carefully across the ground, searching out rough spots with her feet since she couldn’t possibly see them with her eyes. Hard to explain why one might need a lantern while walking on a beach at half noon. Mary, that is. “She seems to have an opinion about that,” he said. Poppy felt the blood leave her body. But if you release me–”, “No one’s releasing you,” he interrupted, “so just stop your–”. But no, she is very real—and his duty to the Crown means he's stuck with her. I finally gave up and started afresh, but I was so annoyed that I decided Andrew would still have to go to Wachtenberg-Molstein. With tentative movements, she reached her hand back out until it connected –more gently this time– with a flat wooden panel. “I’ll give you money,” she said quickly. Bridgerton Collection Volume 1. The Other Miss Bridgerton is the third book in the Rokesby series, which in itself is a prequel to the Bridgerton series which has recently been made into a Netflix series. But her delight turns to dismay when two pirates kidnap her and take her aboard a ship, leaving her bound and gagged on the captain's bed…. Head on over to Shondaland.com for an exclusive peek at the cover of The Other Miss Bridgerton (update: now also here on JuliaQuinn.com), along with a humorous essay about historical romance authors' “complicated” relationships with their book covers. “Two weeks,” she whispered. Everything appeared to be in order, from bow to stern, and except for Brown and Green, every man was accounted for and well-prepared for the voyage that lay ahead of them. Not because she had any need of a perpetually dry cave in Charmouth, Dorset, England. It was quite the most intimate perusal Poppy had ever been subjected to, and, damn it all, she felt herself blush. “Brown!” he yelled. This area of the beach did not receive much foot traffic, so if she hurt herself, heaven only knew how long it would take for someone to come after her. I shall be gone for a month, and I must beg you to keep my disappearance to yourself. You wouldn’t sound like me,” she explained. But no, she is very real—and his duty to the Crown means he’s stuck with her. But we do have to ascertain her identity. “He’d best be sharing, then.”. Welcome aboard the Infinity.”. “It’s like that for all women, I’m told,” she added, trying to get the maid’s mind off the subject at hand, namely, Poppy’s chaperonage, or lack thereof. Can two wrongs make the most perfect right? A crate? Andrew turned around. Using excruciatingly careful movements, she edged as far behind the crates as she could manage. “You don’t want to know,” Green told her. “Brandy in a sack,” Andrew muttered. He hid it well, but she saw the blood drain from his face, and for the first time in the interview, she felt a little rush of triumph. But success was clearly right around the corner. His crew was small but fiercely loyal. “You know where our cave is, and I can’t leave you behind. “Well,” she said, only to be cut off by Brown, who asked, “What’s wrong with this one? She waited for him to go–surely he would take his leave now, but he just stood there looking thoughtful, until he said, “Your name is very unusual. Well, maybe not, Poppy thought as she nibbled on a piece of the very familiar-tasting English cheese she’d brought along on her hike. “You’re very argumentative.” He leaned his forehead on hers. “And you,” she growled at Brown. “Good God,” the captain said impatiently. “And now that you’ve demonstrated your extensive vocabulary–”, “I am going to kill each and every one of you,” she hissed. She’d have to come back, although she had no idea how she’d explain away her need for a lantern and a crowbar. Green came running over. Poppy had no answer. Sadly, none of the fools from her London season qualify. “Well, never you mind.”. She could have accepted her aunt’s invitation to rusticate in Kent, on the off chance that she might actually like one of the unmarried gentlemen who just happened to be invited for dinner (even less likely). Even her fichu, which she’d worn to protect her skin, was starting to get itchy and hot across her chest. A sack,” he added, shaking his head. Whatever she’d smacked her hand into, it wasn’t a natural outcropping of the cave. “I would never,” Poppy said. “I won’t say a word,” Poppy assured them. But of course this would have required that she grit her teeth and attempt to hold her tongue when Aunt Alexandra wanted to know what was wrong with the latest offering (the least likely of all.). Surely, his imagination is getting the better of him. The soft give of the sand beneath her feet, the tang of the saltwater air–they were as exotic to her as if she’d been dropped into Africa. ", I discovered malasadas in Honolulu, of all places. Poppy let out a little giggle of glee. “The captain’ll kill us,” Green finally sighed. She had felt the heat of his body, the strength of it. Good God, Poppy thought, she was trapped in a cave with smugglers –maybe even pirates!– and they were chattering away like two old ladies. “No ‘We’re delighted to have you’?” Poppy asked. “No.”. Setting sail on a time-sensitive voyage to Portugal, he’s stunned to find a woman waiting for him in his cabin. “It was difficult to imagine that it might be,” she returned. The Other Miss Bridgerton Other details; ISBN: 9780349410548; Publication date: 30 May 2017; Page count: 384; Imprint: Piatkus. She looked at Green and smiled hesitantly, testing the waters. “Of course,” he said, sweeping into a courtly bow. Who knows what we might need to hide there.”, The captain shrugged. “He’ll never know.”, “He’ll know,” Green said ominously. Everyone knew why Andrew had really sent out Brown and Green. Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. “Poppy is a perfectly acceptable name,” she snapped. Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. There was a little indentation in the cave wall that she could press herself into, but the men would have to be blind to miss her. It was gorgeously warm, too, and she’d left her redingote back at the house. Nothing yet. “She was my chaperone for the afternoon, and–”. “Your name, Captain.” And she was delighted that she managed to say it as a statement, not a question. “I need to add a postscript.”, “Her maid,” Poppy explained. And found a woman lying on his bed, bound, gagged, and looking as if she’d shoot flames from her eyes were it anatomically possible. Well, except for the massive size of Elizabeth’s belly. That assumed the odious man could find a woman willing to procreate with him, which Poppy sincerely doubted was possible. “He died,” Poppy said, looking away. “To sell or to drink?”, Another chuckle. “I’ll remove that,” he said, “if you promise to behave.”, She hated him. “I don’t suppose you’ve a purse of gold hidden in that dress.”, She scowled at his sarcasm. She was not unfamiliar with water. Why make it harder than I have to?”. Poppy stopped breathing, relief washing over her when she realized that the rough male voice was not directed toward her. He held it to her lips while she drank, since her hands were still tied. “No, of course not,” Poppy retorted. You know that. “Damn!” Green bit off again. Do we even know who she is?”, Green shook his head. She should have wondered how such a large crate had fit through the small space. Her choices had been dull and duller, but thankfully she’d been saved by her dear childhood friend Elizabeth, who had moved to Charmouth several years earlier with her husband, the affable and bookish George Armitage. His jaw clenched, and the seconds ticked by in silence until Green finally reappeared with paper, a quill, and a small pot of ink. “Actually, sir,” Green said, stepping forward. And his eyes were blue, so vividly so that she could discern their color from across the room. She’s fiendishly loyal. She coughed uncontrollably. No doubt about it, it was definitely a crate. It isn’t fun. The captain quirked a brow. For a young woman who had grown up on an island, in Somerset to be precise, Poppy Bridgerton had spent remarkably little time at the coast. She must not talk indiscreetly. The motion was crisp, and horribly final. “And besides, no one’s ever found it before. Where the hell was she going to hide? It had taken less than five minutes, but already she was certain she’d never hate anyone with quite the same intensity, with the same fervor, with–, “Very well,” he said, shrugging. It smelled foul. A quick check confirmed that the crate was far too heavy for her to lift, so she ran her fingers along the edge, trying to determine how she might get it open. But she wasn’t going to turn back now. I think it was an accident.”, The captain regarded her with an unsettlingly even expression before turning back to Green and asking, “What do you propose we do with her?”, “I don’t know, Captain. Poppy gagged, gasping against the onslaught of foul fumes. She was not unfamiliar with water. While visiting a friend on the Dorset coast, Poppy is pleasantly surprised to discover a smugglers' hideaway tucked inside a cave. “You!” Poppy burst out, practically spitting at Green. “I know how it feels to be backed into a corner. The wind and tides are favorable, and we must make good time. THE OTHER MISS BRIDGERTON From the Rokesby series , Vol. Who were these people? She’s finely dressed,” he added, motioning to Poppy’s blue walking dress. “Lovely, even,” he murmured. “No! “We set sail precisely at four, if you’re interested.”. But it wasn’t very far, given that her back was to the cave wall, and as she looked on in horror, he poured a liberal amount of the noxious liquid onto the whisper-thin linen of her fichu It became quickly saturated, and several drops fell through, disappearing into the damp ground. “Yes, sir!” the older man said, jumping to attention. “Poppy Louise Bridgerton, will you marry me?” She tried to speak. His eyes held hers in an uncomfortably intimate gaze. He leaned down and gingerly removed the gag. Her lips parted with surprise, and then she quickly covered her reaction and said, “Maybe.”. “Look,” he said, “I do sympathize with your plight.”. He let his gaze wander down to the rest of her –she was a woman, after all– and smiled. Hopelessly on the shelf, they say.”, As Mary attempted to assure her that that was most certainly not the case, Poppy added, “I’m only going for an easy little stroll by the shore. She stopped, peering at a strange formation in the rocks off to her right. “I assure you I do,” Poppy said, just as she was beginning to think that maybe she didn’t. The door swung open, revealing not Green, and not Brown, but a man at least a dozen years younger, and so blindingly handsome that Poppy was quite certain her mouth would have dropped open if she hadn’t been gagged. She was far too good for that. It was nearly July, and Poppy’s second London season –compliments of her aristocratic aunt, Lady Bridgerton– had recently drawn to a close. “No one ties knots like a sailor.”, “In that case, could you untie my ankles?”, “Not until we’re well at sea, Miss Bridgerton.”, “Shall we toss you in the water to test the truth of that statement?” he asked. Armitage hasn’t had a clear thought since finding herself with child,” Poppy cut in, sending Elizabeth a silent apology. “Sir!” Green said again, running along the deck to catch up with him. Poppy watched him warily as he came farther into the cabin. Read this book using Google Play Books app on your PC, android, iOS devices. “I want to know what you plan to do with me before I give up my identity,” Poppy said. Kept life civilized, or at least as civilized as he wanted it. Poppy squeezed between the boulders, idly noting that one of them wasn’t as large as she’d originally supposed, then made her way into the mouth of the cave. “The day only needed this.”. “Saw ’em head down a quarter hour ago.”. “Captain Andrew James, at your service. “Don’t do this,” Poppy gasped, scrambling as far away from him as she could. She would have done so even if her parents hadn’t originally told her to wait patiently on the grass. George, however, had been called to Northumberland for some urgent family matter, the details of which Poppy had never quite got straight, and Elizabeth had been left alone at her seaside house, six and a half months with child. Read The Other Miss Bridgerton (Rokesbys #3) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. Here she was, lamenting her younger, innocent self as if she were such a lady of experience. Poppy slowly tipped her face toward the man looming above her. “Brown’s aboard?” Andrew asked, grasping the handle to his door. I sent them out to the cave earlier today for some supplies.”. “Right,” Green said, making a strange sound. The Other Miss Bridgerton is the third book in Julia Quinn’s The Rokesby Series. “Mmmph Grrmph Shmmph!” Poppy grunted, struggling against her bindings. “Pinsley!” Andrew called out, tilting his head up toward the young man tending to the rigging. Setting sail on a time-sensitive voyage to Portugal, he's stunned to find a woman waiting for him in his cabin. She growled, grinding her teeth around the gag. But all she said was, “Erhm…”. Four brothers taught a woman a great deal about how to fight dirty, and if she ever managed to get her ankles unbound, she was going to plant her knee right in his–. “Did that squall come from your mouth?” He let out a long-suffering sigh. “And so will I, for that matter,” the other one said, scratching his head. The Other Miss Bridgerton. She said nothing, just looked down at the table, trying to make sense of this strange reality she’d been thrust into. “Don’t use the word kidnapped,” he said sharply. Please do not alert my family or the authorities, as the former will only worry and the latter will spread the tale so far and wide that my reputation will be forever ruined. “What?” grumbled the other man–apparently named Green. She doubted she could outrun them, and Green was blocking her path to the entrance, in any event. He’s got some kind of concoction to cure it. “We didn’t have time to unload the cave,” Green continued. Other than a slight lift to his brow, he gave no reaction. Pinsley shrugged, or at least Andrew thought he did. Poppy watched as he walked to the door. “And the day before that as well,” Poppy pointed out. “Shall we give it a go?”, He let out a bark of laughter. “She didn’t say.”, Green bent down, jamming his weathered face close to Poppy’s. Armitage was quite clear that–”. “Trust me when I tell you that you do not wish for this to happen.”, His gaze did not leave hers. It was important to learn how to swim. And now . “Write,” he ordered. “We took her gag off while we were waiting for you,” Green explained. Green ignored her and turned to his friend. Each would have laid down his life for him, Andrew knew that. She whistled as she walked, enjoying the opportunity to engage in such uncouth behavior (wouldn’t her mama be horrified at the sound! “I don’t know where he is,” the other one replied. “True enough,” he said, his small smile almost a salute. Will it really be two weeks?”. . “Mrs. “I do,” he said gently. And far enough from the water’s edge that it wouldn’t flood in high tide. Pirates’ booty? “I signed it ‘sister in spirit’ so that she would know I wasn’t coerced. “I’m sure if you think about it–” she cut in. I would’ve like to hear a different voice for him since his voice almost sounds childish. Or her tone. Relief that was instantly replaced with terror. “No, sir,” came the answer from Brown himself, standing in the doorway. As far as I can tell, there were no dissected maps cut like Andrew's--into many pieces, with no regard for geographical or political boundaries. Heaven knows you deserve it. Retrouvez The Other Miss Bridgerton et des millions de livres en stock sur Amazon.fr. And dropped her most unceremoniously into a chair. “Got me in the back of the head with her hands, too.”. Sadly, none of the fools from her London season qualify. The other man laughed. “Promise?” he asked mockingly. Poppy shot him a look that said she didn’t believe him for a second. Good God, she wanted to cry. “But the truth is,” he continued, “this ship must depart this afternoon. “She wouldn’t say.”. There was so much she hadn’t understood. Slowly, she brought her arms back to her body until she’d enveloped herself in a tight hug. I’ll just go. “Er, Captain,” she amended, furious with herself for offering him the respect of a sir. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. “There are many things that are worse,” Poppy said, “and you’re quite fortunate if you’ve never experienced them.”, Green looked at her for a long moment. He sighed. He crossed the room. “Not that I couldn’t manage you,” Green explained, popping open the cork. Before she could count to five, he’d tied her to the long slat of wood. “Good, then we’ll be ready to sail right on schedule.”. On the high seas, their war of words soon gives way to an intoxicating passion. He motioned lazily to her bindings. Just because of the challenge, of course. “You will write precisely what I direct you to write,” he said. You have my word.”. “Do you?”, Green shook his head. “Her,” Green amended, the single syllable hanging heavy in the air, as if she were Bloody Mary crossed with Medusa. But that was because they knew their captain was prepared to do the same. I didn’t ask. “Mrs. Although,” he added, idly rubbing his chin, “there have been one or two…” He looked up, blinding her with a smile.
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