![]() ![]() One moment, she’d been blissfully paging through descriptions of astronomical nebulae, and the next. She’d been searching for a secondhand copy for ages. A copy of Messier’s Catalogue of Star Clusters and Nebulae, which she’d plucked like a pearl from the used-book section. And, making his first appearance in a starring role (trumpet fanfare, please)-the Bookshop Rake.Īlexandra had been juggling a tower of Nicola’s books in one arm and reading her own book with her free hand. Her three closest friends: Nicola Teague, Lady Penelope Campion, and Emma Pembrooke, the Duchess of Ashbury. ![]() The date: a Wednesday afternoon in November. If she possessed any wisp of rationality, she wouldn’t have made such a fool of herself with the Bookshop Rake.Įven now, more than half a year later, she could revisit the embarrassing scene and watch it unfolding, as though she were attending a play. ![]() The truth was, Alex had no sense at all-at least, not when it came to charming gentlemen with roguish green eyes. Mom achievement unlocked!)Īlexandra Mountbatten had common sense. (Bonus: I’ve now embarrassed you in front of thousands of strangers. I promise that out of all my books, this is the one and only page I’ll ever force you to read. My daughter served as a brilliant consultant on Rosamund and Daisy’s characters, and my ever-clever son taught me that some kids learn best in unconventional ways.ĭarelings, I love you both. ![]() Because apparently I have a trend with this series-dedicating books to people I hope will never read them. ![]()
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