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Julia Quinn is a romance novelist who has been praised for her ability to write intelligent, realistic, and healthy depictions of relationships, despite the historical periods in which they are usually set. As a Harvard University graduate without a clear career path, Quinn studied medicine for several years before giving this up in favour of writing full-time. Her most popular series, which features the 19th century Bridgerton family, includes nine novels and has received a variety of critical acclaim. In it was announced that this series would be adapted into a Netflix show by the production company Shondaland. She was in the wrong place Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only wed a suitor whose keen intellect and interests match her own. Sadly, none of the fools from her London season qualify. Fiercely independent and adventurous, Poppy Bridgerton will only

Stubbs explained. The duke thought that a sound argument, and, when the doctor had retired for the evening, placed yet another pillow under his wife, raising her to a twenty degree angle. She remained that way for a month. And then finally, the moment of truth arrived.

The household prayed for the duke, who so wanted an heir, and a few remembered to pray for the duchess, who had grown thin and frail even as her belly had grown round and wide. They tried not to be too hopeful — after all, the duchess had already delivered and buried two babes.

And even if she did manage to safely deliver a child, it could be, well, a girl. The head appeared, then the shoulders. And then the duke knew that there was a God, and He smiled on the Bassets. He allowed the midwife one minute to clean the babe, then took the little boy into his arms and marched into the great hall to show him off. You are a Basset.

You are mine. The duke wanted to take the boy outside to prove to everyone that he had finally sired a healthy male child, but there was a slight chill in the early April air, so he allowed the midwife to take the babe back to his mother. The duke mounted one of his prized geldings and rode off to celebrate, shouting his good fortune to all who would listen.

Meanwhile, the duchess, who had been bleeding steadily since the birth, slipped into unconsciousness, and then finally just slipped away. The duke mourned for his wife.

He truly did. He arranged for fresh flowers to be laid at the base of her funereal monument every week, no matter the season, and her portrait was moved from the sitting room to the hall, in a position of great honor over the staircase.

A pony had been downloadd, a small gun had been selected for future use at the fox hunt, and tutors were engaged in every subject known to man. He was a sturdy, healthy young boy, with glossy brown hair and clear blue eyes.

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Nurse nodded. She always nodded when the duke talked about the superiority of the Basset blood. Hastings whipped around to face her. Maybe what he needs is a good dose of discipline. A good paddling might help him find his voice. Nurse gasped. The duke dropped the brush. Hastings sank onto the window seat.

I should have let the title go to my cousin. And with that, the duke stalked out of the room. Nurse Hopkins hugged the boy close. Nurse Hopkins proved true to her word. He still ran into trouble when he was upset, and Nurse had to remind him often that he needed to remain calm and collected if he wanted to get the words out in one piece. But Simon was determined, and Simon was smart, and perhaps most importantly, he was damned stubborn.

He learned to take breaths before each sentence, and to think about his words before he attempted to say them. Nurse looked up sharply. The duke had not laid eyes on the boy in seven years. The trip took much of the day, and it was late afternoon by the time their carriage rolled up to Basset House.

Simon gazed at the busy London streetscape with wonder as Nurse Hopkins led him up the steps. The door swung open within seconds, and they found themselves being looked down upon by a rather imposing butler. The butler examined Simon, recognized immediately that he had the look of the Bassets, and ushered them in. He was most likely to stutter when he was angry. The last I heard, he said he had no son.

He looked quite pained as he said it, so no one pursued the conversation. Simon felt his jaw clench, felt his throat working wildly. How could you have assumed the boy was dead if his father were not in mourning? The butler shrugged. Simon said nothing.

He was trying too hard to get his emotions under control. He had to. The butler nodded. Nurse started pacing wildly, muttering under her breath and referring to his grace with every vile word in her vocabulary. Simon remained in the center of the room, his arms angry sticks at his side as he took deep breaths.

You can do this, he shouted in his mind. You can do this. Nurse turned to him, saw him trying to control his temper and immediately gasped. And make sure to think before you speak. Nurse Hopkins straightened and turned slowly around. She tried to think of something respectful to say. She tried to think of anything that would smooth over this awful situation. But when she looked at the duke, she saw Simon in him, and her rage began anew.

The duke might look just like his son, but he was certainly no father to him. Simon nodded curtly. Not when he was this upset. Normally, he could go days without a stutter, but now…. The duke smiled cruelly. What do you have to say? And somehow her encouraging tone made it all the worse. Simon had come here to prove himself to his father, and now his nurse was treating him like a baby. Father and son stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, until finally the duke swore and stalked toward the door.

Simon took three long breaths in through his nose, his mouth still clamped together in anger. He forced his jaw to relax and rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to remind himself of how it felt to speak properly. Not much of it, but there was something there, lurking in the depths; something that gave Simon a whisper of hope. And as hatred flooded his body and poured from his eyes, he made a solemn vow.

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The Bridgertons are by far the most prolific family in the upper echelons of society. Such industriousness on the part of the viscountess and the late viscount is commendable, although one can find only banality in their choice of names for their children. Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth — orderliness is, of course, beneficial in all things, but one would think that intelligent parents would be able to keep their children straight without needing to alphabetize their names.

Furthermore, the sight of the viscountess and all eight of her children in one room is enough to make one fear one is seeing double — or triple — or worse. Never has This Author seen a collection of siblings so ludicrously alike in their physical regard.

Although this Author has never taken the time to record eye color, all eight possess similar bone structure and the same thick, chestnut hair. One must pity the viscountess as she seeks advantageous marriages for her brood that she did not produce a single child of more fashionable coloring. Still, there are advantages to a family of such consistent looks — there can be no doubt that all eight are of legitimate parentage.

Daphne eyed the ball of paper, which now rested under a mahogany end table. Daphne calmly set down her embroidery and reached under the end table. She smoothed the sheet of paper out on her lap and read the paragraph about her family. Blinking, she looked up.

Daphne forced herself to exhale. But was it really too much to hope for a husband for whom one had at least some affection? There were a number of men she thought might make reasonably good husbands, but the problem was — none of them was interested. Oh, they all liked her. Everyone liked her. Everyone thought she was funny and kind and a quick wit, and no one thought her the least bit unattractive, but at the same time, no one was dazzled by her beauty, stunned into speechlessness by her presence, or moved to write poetry in her honor.

No one seemed inclined to court someone like her. They all adored her, or so they said, because she was so easy to talk to, and she always seemed to understand how a man felt. Daphne looked down and noticed that her hand was clenched into a fist. Then she looked up and realized her mother was staring at her, clearly waiting for her to say something.

She knew her mother had only her best interests at heart, she knew her mother loved her. And she loved her mother, too.

In fact, until Daphne had reached marriageable age, Violet had been positively the best of mothers. Violet pressed a delicate hand to her chest. It was always wise to proceed with caution when contradicting her mother. Which is more than one can say for most large families of the ton. She planted her hands on her slim hips, then changed her mind and shook her finger in the air. As if anyone of breeding would write such wicked lies.

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Did you think she was some sort of impostor, peeking in windows and listening at doors? Daphne bit back another smile. But do you have happily ever after in epub format? Kristin Salazar. Sere , if you have HEA in epub will you please send me a copy at skristin gmail. Sere Giac replied to Siti-Nurfatini. Siti-Nurfatini , unfortunately I have only that: Kanissa Saragih. Soe Thomas. Do u have splendid by julia?? Soe , please leave your request in the BOOKfinder discussion.

Hend Darwish. Crina Merlan replied to Hend. It's really good for epub format. Tina Das. Do any one have additional epilogous 2 Of the series???? Sarah Wangari replied to Tina. The other Miss Bridgerton? Sara Callie. Does anyone have The Other Miss Bridgerton?

I think it just came out.

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