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His lungs were on fire. Gregory Bridgerton was running. Through the streets of London, oblivious to the curious stares of onlookers, he was running. There was a strange, powerful rhythm to his movements—one two three four, one two three four—that pushed him along, propelling him forward even as his mind remained focused on one thing and one thing only. The church. He had to get to the church.

Choose a new course. He could eat about forty of those ridiculous little ones with the crusts cut off right then. The one which, while impossible to describe, was easy enough to recognize. And Gregory knew it was time to pay attention. Dead, frozen, cold.

Gregory paused to savor the moment. Too bad he had to become a bloody vicar to achieve it. It somehow made them more real, more permanent. They all knew it was true. Would you want to go? Gregory allowed himself an inner smile.

But she would hate his going to the Sudan, and Anthony would have to listen to her worry over it. I am glad, then, that we have finally been able to have this conversation.

Anthony cleared his throat, and when he spoke, there was an edge of impatience to his voice. See about finding you a parish?

But not by much, and not, by any stretch of the definition, into a smile. In fact, I plan to. He gave his brother a sheepish expression. I missed supper. We expected you earlier. When Anthony was disappointed that was one thing.

But when he claimed that his wife had been somehow pained… Well, that was when Gregory knew he was in trouble. It was the truth, but still, no excuse for bad behavior. He had been expected at the house party in time for supper, and he had not come through. Somehow that would make it worse, he knew, almost as if he was making light of his tardiness, assuming that he could smooth over any transgression with a smile and a glib comment.

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It sounded exactly like his sister-in-law. After his father had died, his mother had done the unconventional and uprooted her family, electing to spend most of the year in London.

She had never said so, but Gregory had always suspected that the graceful old house held too many memories. As a result, Gregory had always felt more at home in town than in the country. Bridgerton House, in London, was the home of his childhood, not Aubrey Hall. Still, he enjoyed his visits, and he was always game for bucolic pursuits, such as riding and swimming when the lake was warm enough to permit it , and strangely enough, he liked the change of pace.

He liked the way the air felt quiet and clean after months in the city. And he liked the way he could leave it all behind when it grew too quiet and clean. As he approached the long salon that opened to the outside, he could hear the low murmur of voices buzzing in through the French doors.

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Small enough to be intimate, but still large enough so that one could escape for some peace and quiet without leaving a gaping hole in the gathering. As Gregory passed through the salon, he took a deep breath, trying in part to determine what sort of food Kate had decided to serve. Sweets, Gregory decided, smelling a hint of cinnamon as he reached the light gray stone of the patio.

He let out a disappointed breath. He was starving, and a huge slab of meat sounded like heaven right then. A warm breeze sifted across his skin as he stepped outside.

It had been remarkably hot for May; everyone was talking about it. And indeed, the guests milling about seemed to be in happy spirits; the low buzz of conversation was peppered with frequent rumbles and trills of laughter.

Gregory looked around, both for the refreshments and for someone he knew, most preferably his sister-in-law Kate, who propriety dictated he greet first. But as his eyes swept across the scene, instead he saw… Her. And he knew it. He knew that she was the one. He stood frozen, transfixed. There was just her back, just the breathtakingly perfect curve of her neck, one lock of blonde hair swirling against her shoulder.

And all he could think was— I am wrecked. For all other women, he was wrecked. This intensity, this fire, this overwhelming sense of rightness—he had never felt anything like it. Maybe it was silly. Maybe it was mad. It was probably both those things. And here it was. And he knew.

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He knew. He moved slowly across the lawn, food and Kate forgotten. He managed to murmur his greetings to the one or two people he passed on his way, still keeping his pace. He had to reach her. He had to see her face, breathe her scent, know the sound of her voice. And then he was there, standing mere feet away.

He was breathless, awed, somehow fulfilled merely to stand in her presence. She was speaking with another young lady, with enough animation to mark them as good friends. He stood there for a moment, just watching them until they slowly turned and realized he was there. He smiled. Softly, just a little bit.

It was an occupational hazard of being friends with Hermione Watson. She collected broken hearts the way the old vicar down by the Abbey collected butterflies. It just… happened.

Lucy was used to it by now. Hermione was Hermione, with pale blond hair the color of butter, a heart-shaped face, and huge, wide-set eyes of the most startling shade of green. She was simply herself, and most of the time, that was enough. Lucy was, in almost every visible way, just a little bit less than Hermione. A little less blond. A little less slender.

A little less tall. Her eyes were a little less vivid in color—bluish-gray, actually, quite attractive when compared with anyone other than Hermione, but that did her little good, as she never went anywhere without Hermione. Lucy was a little bit less. Or perhaps, it one wanted to put a nicer sheen on it, she was simply not quite. She was, she supposed, reasonably attractive, in that healthy, traditional, English rose sort of manner, but men were rarely oh, very well, never struck dumb in her presence.

Hermione, however… well, it was a good thing she was such a nice person. She would have been impossible to be friends with, otherwise. Well, that and the fact that she simply could not dance.

And it was lovely. Metaphorically speaking. And now here was another one. Man, of course, not foot. Handsome, too. Tall, although not overly so, with warm brown hair and a rather pleasing smile. He was looking at Hermione, as men always did. And then he did the most astonishing thing. After disclosing his name — she should have known he was a Bridgerton from the looks of him— he leaned down and kissed her hand first.

Then, of course, she realized what he was doing. Oh, he was good. He was really good. Nothing, nothing would endear a man to Hermione faster than a compliment to Lucy. Oh well. It would be amusing to watch it all play out, at least. Lucy was almost impressed. If nothing else, it marked him as slightly more intelligent than the average gentleman. Except when they wanted advice concerning Hermione, her heart, and the winning thereof.

When that happened, Lucy was always in high demand. Bridgerton —Mr. Gregory Bridgerton, Lucy mentally corrected, for there were, as far as she knew, three Mr.

Bridgertons in total, not counting the viscount, of course— turned and surprised her with a winning smile. Could he possibly be interested in her?

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No, impossible. They never were. And really, did it matter? Of course it would be rather charming if a man fell madly and passionately in love with her for a change. But the truth was, Lucy was practically engaged to Lord Haselby and had been for years and years and years, so there was no use in having a besotted admirer of her own. So Hermione was the siren, and Lucy was the trusty friend, and all was right with the world.

Or if not right, then at least quite predictable. Set between and , the Bridgerton Series is a collection of eight novels, each featuring one of the eight children of the late Viscount Bridgerton: Eight siblings, alphabetically named. They bicker, they joke, but they love each other fiercely.

The Bridgertons series by Julia Quinn novel romance. Sere Giac. Siti-Nurfatini Zulkarnain. Sere , Thank you. 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.

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