“Who are you?” he repeated, this time groaning with the words. “What should we do with her?” the other man said. It’s the last time, anyway.”, The other man laughed. The Other Miss Bridgerton JULIA QUINN. “Here,” she said, steering the maid toward a cozy tea shop, “why don’t you sit down and have a rest? “I signed it ‘sister in spirit’ so that she would know I wasn’t coerced. “And here I was going to be nice to you.”, “Not terribly sincere, but I’ll allow it,” he said. “We set sail precisely at four, if you’re interested.”. by Julia Quinn Rosalyn Landor Audiobook. Where the hell was she going to hide? Brown might have let her go if she’d had a chance to talk him into it, but Green deserved nothing less than a permanent pox on his house. “Do you think I want to take her?” Green said. Slowly, and with what looked to be great control, he stood up. The cave smelled musty, and it felt unused, so whatever this was, it had probably been there for ages. 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. THE OTHER MISS BRIDGERTON From the Rokesby series , Vol. She took great care to watch her steps, lest she turn an ankle. He muttered something under his breath that she was quite certain would not hold up in polite circles. “You could try,” he said, “but you won’t get it undone.” And then he smiled, damn the man. Before she could count to five, he’d tied her to the long slat of wood. His jaw clenched, and the seconds ticked by in silence until Green finally reappeared with paper, a quill, and a small pot of ink. You deserve a few minutes for yourself.”. Listen to The Other Miss Bridgerton by Julia Quinn,Rosalyn Landor with a free trial.\nListen to unlimited* audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android. “You’re very argumentative.” He leaned his forehead on hers. This is the same duchess who shows up much older (as the dowager duchess) in. “No, that I don’t,” he said, “but I have to do it, anyway, so let’s make it easy for the both of us, eh?”, “Surely you don’t think I will allow you to take me without a struggle?”, “Well, you can keep hoping, sir, because I–”. No one will ever know–”. But there would be no swimming today. Green ignored her and turned to his friend. It was nailed shut. “We’ve never killed anyone who didn’t need killing, and never a woman. “They was carrying a sack,” Pinsley said. 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…. Pirates’ booty? “I don’t suppose you’ve a purse of gold hidden in that dress.”, She scowled at his sarcasm. “For me?”. Here she was, lamenting her younger, innocent self as if she were such a lady of experience. “My men will know where to find it,” he cut in. “The name’s Brown,” he said, nodding politely at her. Brown reemerged, clutching a green bottle that looked vaguely medicinal. And so, once Poppy had paid for a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits, she’d made her escape –two of the aforementioned biscuits in her pocket– and now she was wonderfully, blessedly on her own. Well, except for the massive size of Elizabeth’s belly. De julia quinn . “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. “I will humor you,” he said, “since despite your waspy tongue, you’re here through little fault of your own.”, “You never learn, do you?” he asked. “And you’re starting to annoy me.”. She supposed she could cry and hope that her tears might appeal to the softer sides of their natures, but that presumed that they had softer sides. Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. 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. But we do have to ascertain her identity. A crate? The Other Miss Bridgerton is an excellent adventure story with a very satisfying HEA and I enjoyed reading it very much. “My, my,” the younger man said, quirking a brow. “That remains to be seen.”. “Your friend will know there is a problem when you don’t return this evening.”, “Of course, but I can write something that will assuage her,” Poppy returned, “and at the very least, ensure that she doesn’t notify the authorities.”, He ground his teeth together, then said, “It will not be sealed without my approval.”. The two men fell silent, staring at her as if she were the world’s largest burden, just waiting to launch itself onto their shoulders. Pinsley shrugged, or at least Andrew thought he did. “To sell or to drink?”, Another chuckle. “Somerset,” she said quietly. “A present?” he murmured, his lips curving ever so slightly. She’d spent the last two years trying (but not really trying) to get one to marry her. “Brown’s aboard?” Andrew asked, grasping the handle to his door. She coughed uncontrollably. “I’m going to know when we get there,” she said impatiently. “Does she ever shut up?” the captain asked, turning to his men by the door. The Other Miss Bridgerton is the third book in Julia Quinn’s The Rokesby Series. “Got me in the back of the head with her hands, too.”. 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. “And what, all week before that?”. She whistled as she walked, enjoying the opportunity to engage in such uncouth behavior (wouldn’t her mama be horrified at the sound! Andrew paused. Bridgerton Collection Volume 1. Smugglers’ loot? “Poppy is a perfectly acceptable name,” she snapped. They are in Kent.”. “And besides, no one’s ever found it before. I shall be gone for a month, and I must beg you to keep my disappearance to yourself. You should just thank your maker we’re not the killing sort.”. Poppy gasped, the sound audible even over the gag. Not in my usual fashion, but fetching nonetheless.”. “I scarcely know what to say. He’s got some kind of concoction to cure it. “Portugal?” she echoed, her throat strangling over the word. “It was thirty minutes,” Brown protested. ), and then decided to compound the transgression by switching to a tune whose words were not suitable for female ears. Setting sail on a time-sensitive voyage to Portugal, he's stunned to find a woman waiting for him in his cabin. She stopped, peering at a strange formation in the rocks off to her right. “Saw ’em head down a quarter hour ago.”. “So the captain says.”, “Well if he doesn’t, I will.” –Poppy heard a pained grunt of exertion, followed by– “I’m getting too old for this.”. “No, of course not,” Poppy retorted. Wasn’t he? “You know where our cave is, and I can’t leave you behind. “I was just out for a walk. What sort of words would possibly convince Elizabeth not to summon the authorities –and her family– while Poppy disappeared for two weeks? If we let her go, she’d’ve just told someone about it.”. “I wasn’t going to untie her long enough to redo it,” Green muttered, rubbing his head. “But why? 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. “Yesterday,” came the reply. My entire family will descend on the district.” She bored her eyes into his. She doubted she could outrun them, and Green was blocking her path to the entrance, in any event. While visiting a friend on the Dorset coast, Poppy is pleasantly surprised to discover a smugglers' hideaway tucked inside a cave. He sighed. Especially now, with the rest of her life the same as it ever was. “Lovely, even,” he murmured. Poppy Bridgerton, bored with society life, gets a little more adventure than she expected when she stumbles across a smuggler's cove and is kidnapped by pirates. Poppy gagged, gasping against the onslaught of foul fumes. “Talk as we walk,” Andrew said, turning his back to him as he strode toward the staircase that led to his cabin. There was a moment of silence, which the captain seemed to savor. 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. Achetez neuf ou d'occasion Chapter 1. The wind and tides are favorable, and we must make good time. “I do,” he said gently. 2020 Romancing Mister Bridgerton. “Supplies, sir?” Pinsley said with a cheeky grin. He walked back to the bed. The Other Miss Bridgerton; Page 60; The Other Miss Bridgerton - Page 60/65. It was quite the most intimate perusal Poppy had ever been subjected to, and, damn it all, she felt herself blush. “And you,” she growled at Brown. “Before you go in there…” Green said in a strangled voice. She cocked her head to the side. But opting out of some of these cookies may have an effect on your browsing experience. 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. Poppy let out a little giggle of glee. “Just let me write the addendum,” she said, and she hastily added: Postscript: Please assure Mary that I am well. “Well, never you mind.”. Her lips parted with surprise, and then she quickly covered her reaction and said, “Maybe.”. And after months and months of making small talk in London, it felt rather nice to clear her head with the sharp sea air. It meant Elizabeth couldn’t accompany her on her daily jaunts to the shore, but that was no matter. Poppy might be contrary, but she wasn’t stupid. 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. Who were these people? “Indeed,” she replied, shooting him a sarcastic glare. Dearest Elizabeth, she wrote, I know you will be worried–. She’d not come this far before, and in fact had only made it to this point after convincing Elizabeth’s plumpish maid, who’d been drafted as her chaperone/companion, to remain behind in town. Poppy said nothing. “Oh, for the love of–” He bit off his statement before he blasphemed, then went on to utter something far worse. “You don’t want to know,” Green told her. “I don’t know,” the other man said impatiently. “Begging your pardon,” Poppy said, “but if I did that, then my friend would know immediately that there was a problem. But success was clearly right around the corner. “And say you’ll be gone a month.”, “I hope to God not,” he muttered, “but this way, when we get you back in a fortnight, it will be cause for celebration.”, Poppy was not quite certain, but she thought he muttered under his breath, “My celebration.”. Just because of the challenge, of course. Had some sort of business-like thing to take care of.”. The Other Miss Bridgerton; Page 1; The Other Miss Bridgerton - Page 1/65. It was more damns than Poppy had ever heard in one sitting, but there seemed little to be gained in pointing that out. “I wouldn’t have guessed it.”, “Pandora, perhaps, or Pauline. Choose from JQ's Subscribe Options →, Alas, the story went nowhere. Poppy Bridgerton, bored with society life, gets a little more adventure than she expected when she stumbles across a smuggler's cove and is kidnapped by pirates. Surely he could be bought. Whatever she’d smacked her hand into, it wasn’t a natural outcropping of the cave. “Am I to hop to the table?” she asked. Green shook his head. 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.). These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. Still, it was better than her current spot. She looked at Green and smiled hesitantly, testing the waters. He blanched. “The other one,” he said sharply, then grabbed her left hand –the one with which she wrote, despite her governess’s best attempts to force her to switch– and pulled it against the bed rail. But still and all, it was new, and it was a change, and that had to count for something. Andrew stared at her for a full second, idly taking in her thick chestnut hair and bright green eyes. “Green!” he barked. 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. Brown and Green had work to do; there was no reason they should be below. 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. She was not unfamiliar with water. You have my word.”. Had the men come in from behind her? Nothing yet. “Her,” Green amended, the single syllable hanging heavy in the air, as if she were Bloody Mary crossed with Medusa. ", I discovered malasadas in Honolulu, of all places. Poppy looked up at him and lifted her brows before replying. “What?” grumbled the other man–apparently named Green. Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. She was not unfamiliar with water. “We have no choice,” he said, “We’ll have to take her.”, “Good God,” Green grumbled, rubbing his ears. En stock : Expédié en 48 heures. “I understand perfectly now.”, “That,” he said smoothly, “was a mistake.”, “Oh, and by the by,” he added, almost as an afterthought, “we prefer the term privateer.”. “Ah, there you are,” Andrew said, motioning for him to follow. Bored and confined, she’d invited Poppy to come for an extended visit, and Poppy had happily accepted. Not that she was about to go free, but still, it was her first victory. He held it to her lips while she drank, since her hands were still tied. Then he sighed, the tired sound his first sign of weakness, and said, “Who are you?”. Poppy’s brow furrowed. Especially for someone like you.”. “Before you go in there…” she heard a familiar voice say. She should have wondered how such a large crate had fit through the small space. “I don’t suppose you have a gun hidden in your dress,” he said, leaning one shoulder against the wall as he crossed his arms. “Ow ow ow. “You will write precisely what I direct you to write,” he said. “Not that I couldn’t manage you,” Green explained, popping open the cork. Green and Brown said nothing, but they both backed up, almost to the wall. Do we even know who she is?”, Green shook his head. The Other Miss Bridgerton is the third book in Julia Quinn’s The Rokesby Series. The Other Miss Bridgerton; Page 64; The Other Miss Bridgerton - Page 64/65 “I had no trouble arguing with you before I fell in love.” “Well, that’s just you,” she muttered. “What is it, sir?”, “Have you seen Brown and Green? He leaned down and gingerly removed the gag. “I’m too old for this.”. He made no response, merely held out his hand as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. It smelled foul. She was far too good for that. “She was my chaperone for the afternoon, and–”. “And what the hell happened with my brandy?” Andrew asked, taking the steps two at a time. Poppy Bridgerton, bored with society life, gets a little more adventure than she expected when she stumbles across a smuggler's cove and is kidnapped by pirates. “Of course not. That assumed the odious man could find a woman willing to procreate with him, which Poppy sincerely doubted was possible. “You said you were going to struggle,” he explained. “Yes, sir,” Green said, hurrying out the door, Brown hot on his heels. The sun was to her back, but the day was bright enough to make her wish for a parasol, or, at the very least, a large shady tree. Poppy shot him a look that said she didn’t believe him for a second. “I don’t know where he is,” the other one replied. She had no idea what he was talking about, but she lifted her hand nonetheless. “What time–” He stopped. “Who are you?” Poppy shot back, before the relative lack of wisdom of such a retort sank in. Her chin jerked in a furious approximation of a nod. “He died,” Poppy said, looking away. Page 53 “We really won’t know anything until morning, will we?” she asked. . And then, before she had the chance to even think about throwing something at him, he was gone. “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. And indeed, you'll find mention of it --and his eventful journey home--within the pages of, In 1755 Lisbon was hit by a devastating earthquake, the magnitude of which is now estimated between 8.5 and 9 on the Richter scale. He crossed the room. “Look,” he said, “I do sympathize with your plight.”. “Do you?”, Green shook his head. “No.”. He had one glass every night, following his supper. Setting sail on a time-sensitive voyage to Portugal, he’s stunned to find a woman waiting for him in his cabin. “And you!” she finished, glaring at the captain. “Sir!” she suddenly called out. “I’ll give you money,” she said quickly. The other man laughed. Julia Quinn. 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. “A letter,” she repeated, struggling to sit up. It’s valuable even without anything in it. Â© Copyright Novels80.com. Brown was gone. 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. You also have the option to opt-out of these cookies. Or perhaps more accurately, they had insisted that all their sons learn to swim. She didn’t often hold her tongue, but now seemed an intelligent time to start. “Sir!” Green said again, running along the deck to catch up with him. And a cloth.”, “Oh, the other stuff,” Brown said. And far enough from the water’s edge that it wouldn’t flood in high tide. “Kindly fetch Miss Bridgerton some writing materials,” he said, her name sounding like a dread poison on his lips. A whole fortnight. It was difficult to tell with the sun in his eyes. It is how we have always signed our letters.”. 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. “Two weeks.” Her family would be frantic. 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. 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. “Do not insist upon staying with me,” he added. 2015 To Sir Phillip, With Love. She had no choice. And if so, how had they entered? “I would never,” Poppy said. Stay in Touch! Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. “You must allow me to write one.”, “And what, pray tell, do you plan to include in such a missive?”, “I’ve been visiting a friend,” Poppy said quickly, “and if I don’t return this evening, she will call out the alarm. More Books by Julia Quinn See All. “We took her gag off while we were waiting for you,” Green explained. Truly, it was a wonder she’d even spotted it. Those eyes traveled the length of her, from head to toe, and then back again. “How dare you tie me up and leave me here for hours—”. “Not just now, but it may,” he said, “when we return.”, Her mouth fell open. Two weeks. “I assure you I do,” Poppy said, just as she was beginning to think that maybe she didn’t. “You want us to ransom you?” he asked, smiling. “I don’t even know what–”, “Damn!” Green cursed. “You can’t take me with you,” Poppy said, hearing her voice crack. “He’ll never know.”, “He’ll know,” Green said ominously. “I beg you, sir,” Brown pleaded, “do not remove the gag.”, The captain stopped for a moment and looked from man to man. Armitage was quite clear that–”. 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. Poppy knew her reputation had never included the word shy, but conversational nature notwithstanding, she rather enjoyed her own company. Poppy swallowed, unsure if his words were compliment or insult. However you may visit Cookie Settings to provide a controlled consent. But that was because they knew their captain was prepared to do the same. He motioned lazily to her bindings. I know this is a great deal to ask of you, and I know that you will have a thousand questions for me upon my return, but I implore you, Elizabeth– Please trust me and all shall be explained soon. “Sorry,” Brown said, and it sounded as if he meant it, too. Poppy stopped breathing, relief washing over her when she realized that the rough male voice was not directed toward her. Achetez neuf ou d'occasion “Not at all,” she quickly put in. 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–. “Any particular reason she’s lying on my bed?”, “Don’t know, sir. She edged into the gloom, her arms stretched gingerly in front of her. “You’ve been nothing but kind, Miss Bridgerton,” Mary said quickly. The captain turned to her with resolute eyes. 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. Sadly, none of the fools from her London season qualify. She supposed she could have remained in London for the last dregs of the social whirl, hoping that she might actually meet someone she hadn’t met before (unlikely). She’d been trying to take a different route each day, and she had been delighted to discover a small network of caves about halfway between Charmouth and Lyme Regis, tucked away where the foamy waves lapped the shore. Poppy grunted at the insult. “But the truth is,” he continued, “this ship must depart this afternoon. It isn’t fun. “Oh, wait!” she blurted, taking it back. My mother let him touch her belly while she carrying me, and he said it felt like I was popping about.”, He smiled, and it made him even more impossibly handsome. Poppy glanced frantically between the two men, trying to decide whether it was in her best interests to add to the conversation. “Five years ago.”. I shall repay you. It could be read as a stand-alone but if this is your first Julia Quinn book I am confident that when you are done you will want to read them all. Poppy slowly tipped her face toward the man looming above her. She’d have to come back, although she had no idea how she’d explain away her need for a lantern and a crowbar. “Who are you?” the man demanded, shoving the lantern closer to her face. “They’re below, sir,” Pinsley said with a grin. It had to be. Poppy scrambled back, curling herself into the tiniest ball she could manage, thanking her maker that she’d not worn her bright yellow frock that morning, simultaneously sending up her first true prayer in months. I would’ve like to hear a different voice for him since his voice almost sounds childish. Poppy took the quill between her fingers and dipped it gingerly in the ink, chewing on her lip as she tried to figure out what to say. They were dressed simply, in rough work shirts and trousers, tucked into those tall boots men liked to wear when they knew they’d be getting their feet wet. “She seems to have an opinion about that,” he said. DOWNLOAD NOW !!! Andrew Rokesby strode along the decks of the Infinity, giving the ship one last inspection before they set sail at precisely four that afternoon. “Forsaken,” she muttered. Can two wrongs make the most perfect right? “Righto.”. She would have done so even if her parents hadn’t originally told her to wait patiently on the grass. “Are you quite all right?”, Andrew turned away, getting back to business. “It’s worthless now,” he said, crossing his powerful arms. Just looked at her. Oh, how she hated him. “Good God,” the captain said impatiently. “I’ll remove that,” he said, “if you promise to behave.”, She hated him. Search. Known to society as a rascal and reckless privateer, Captain Andrew James Rokesby actually transports essential goods and documents for the British government. It was nearly July, and Poppy’s second London season –compliments of her aristocratic aunt, Lady Bridgerton– had recently drawn to a close. Who were these people? He was four, I suppose. Poppy decided not to argue any further. “Portugal? Other than a slight lift to his brow, he gave no reaction. “Are you going to make me drink that?” she whispered. His eyes held hers in an uncomfortably intimate gaze. If Elizabeth asks her not to say anything, she won’t. She stared at the bottle. “No! But when Andrew’s secret is revealed, will his declaration of love be enough to capture her heart…? Welcome aboard the Infinity.”. While visiting a friend on the Dorset coast, Poppy is pleasantly surprised to discover a smugglers’ hideaway tucked inside a cave. He said he’d meet us on deck an hour before we sail. That she might have achieved this goal as much out of spite as natural ability was irrelevant. You wouldn’t sound like me,” she explained. “Unless, of course, we kill her.”. “Who the hell is this?” he demanded. This was the ocean, or at least the channel, and the chilly, bitter water was nothing like the placid lake at home. Andrew turned around. “I’m afraid so,” he said grimly. The Other Miss Bridgerton Rokesby series, #3. hellogiggles Available at Amazon. Deutsch; Recent updates. “Pinsley said you came aboard with a sack. 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. Hmmph. Pirates who apologized? He stepped toward the bed, reaching toward her gag, but both Green and Brown leapt forward, Green grabbing his arm and Brown actually wedging his body between the captain and the bed. Poppy popped another bite of cheese into her mouth. “I have many,” she said, angling for an ominous tone. Poppy sat patiently while the captain untied her hands, her breath sucking over her lips at the pain as the blood return to her fingers. Poppy exhaled, because it was either that or cry. But when Andrew's secret is revealed, will his declaration of love be enough to capture her heart…? She must not talk indiscreetly. And then, just when she thought the two of them might sit down for a leisurely drink, the captain snapped open his pocket watch with precise, almost military movements, and said, “We’re to sail in less than two hours. Poppy grunted. It did seem the perfect spot for a pirate, well off the beaten track, its opening obscured by three large boulders.