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Julia Quinn - It's In His Kiss

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Meet Our Hero Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin his inheritance. Gareths sole bequest is an old family diary, which may or may not contain the secrets of his past and the key to his future. The problem is its written in Italian, of which Gareth speaks not a word. Meet Our Heroine All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth Bridgerton. Shes fiendishly smart, devilishly outspoken, and according to Gareth, probably best in small doses. But theres something about her something charming and vexing that grabs him and wont quite let go Meet Poor Mr. Mozart Or dont. But rest assured, hes spinning in his grave when Gareth and Hyacinth cross paths at the annual and annually discordant Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth, Gareths every word seems a dare, and she offers to translate his diary, even though her Italian is slightly less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious text, they discover that the answers they seek lie not in the diary, but in each other and that there is nothing as simple or as complicated as a single, perfect kiss.

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Julia Quinn Its In His Kiss The seventh book in the Bridgerton series 2005 - photo 1

Julia Quinn

It's In His Kiss

The seventh book in the Bridgerton series, 2005

For Steve Axelrod, for a hundred different reasons.

(But especially the caviar!)

And also for Paul, even though he seems to think

Im the sort of person who likes to share caviar.

Our Cast of Characters

Hyacinth Bridgerton: The youngest of the famed Bridgerton siblings, shes a little too smart, a little too outspoken, and certainly not your average romance heroine. Shes also, much to her dismay, falling in love with

Gareth St.Clair: There are some men in London with wicked reputations, and there are others who are handsome as sin. But Gareth is the only one who manages to combine the two with such devilish success. Hed be a complete rogue, if not for

Lady Danbury: Grandmother to Gareth, mentor to Hyacinth, she has an opinion on everything, especially love and marriage. And shed like nothing better than to see Gareth and Hyacinth joined in holy matrimony. Luckily, shes to have help from

One meddling mother, one overprotective brother, one very bad string quartet, one (thankfully fictional) mad baron, and of course, let us not forget the shepherdess, the unicorn, and Henry the Eighth.

Prologue 1815 ten years before our story begins in earnest There - photo 2***Prologue 1815 ten years before our story begins in earnest There were - photo 3***

Prologue

1815, ten years before our story begins in earnest

There were four principles governing Gareth St. Clairs relationship with his father that he relied upon to maintain his good humor and general sanity.

One: They did not converse unless absolutely necessary.

Two: All absolutely necessary conversations were to be kept as brief as possible.

Three: In the event that more than the simplest of salutations was to be spoken, it was always best to have a third party present.

And finally, four: For the purpose of achieving points one, two, and three, Gareth was to conduct himself in a manner so as to garner as many invitations as possible to spend school holidays with friends.

In other words, not at home.

In more precise words, away from his father.

All in all, Gareth thought, when he bothered to think about it, which wasnt often now that he had his avoidance tactics down to a science, these principles served him well.

And they served his father just as well, since Richard St. Clair liked his younger son about as much as his younger son liked him. Which was why, Gareth thought with a frown, hed been so surprised to be summoned home from school.

And with such force.

His fathers missive had held little ambiguity. Gareth was to report to Clair Hall immediately.

It was dashed irritating, this. With only two months left at Eton, his life was in full swing at school, a heady mix of games and studies, and of course the occasional surreptitious foray to the local public house, always late at night, and always involving wine and women.

Gareths life was exactly as a young man of eighteen years would wish it. And hed been under the assumption that, as long as he managed to remain out of his fathers line of sight, his life at nineteen would be similarly blessed. He was to attend Cambridge in the fall, along with all of his closest friends, where he had every intention of pursuing his studies and social life with equal fervor.

As he glanced around the foyer of Clair Hall, he let out a long sigh that was meant to sound impatient but came out more nervous than anything else. What on earth could the baron-as he had taken to calling his father-want with him? His father had long since announced that he had washed his hands of his younger son and that he was only paying for his education because it was expected of him.

Which everyone knew really meant: It would look bad to their friends and neighbors if Gareth wasnt sent to a proper school.

When Gareth and his father did cross paths, the baron usually spent the entire time going on about what a disappointment the boy was.

Which only made Gareth wish to upset his father even more. Nothing like living down to expectations, after all.

Gareth tapped his foot, feeling rather like a stranger in his own home as he waited for the butler to alert his father as to his arrival. Hed spent so little time here in the last nine years it was difficult to feel much in the way of attachment. To him, it was nothing but a pile of stones that belonged to his father and would eventually go to his elder brother, George. Nothing of the house, and nothing of the St. Clair fortunes would come to Gareth, and he knew that his lot was to make his own way in the world. He supposed he would enter the military after Cambridge; the only other acceptable avenue of vocation was the clergy, and heaven knew he wasnt suited for that.

Gareth had few memories of his mother, who had died in an accident when he was five, but even he could recall her tousling his hair and laughing about how he was never serious.

My little imp, you are, she used to say, followed by a whispered, Dont lose that. Whatever you do, dont lose it.

He hadnt. And he rather doubted the Church of England would wish to welcome him into their ranks.

Master Gareth.

Gareth looked up at the sound of the butlers voice. As always, Guilfoyle spoke in flat sentences, never queries.

Your father will see you now, Guilfoyle intoned. He is in his study.

Gareth nodded at the aging butler and made his way down the hall toward his fathers study, always his least favorite room in the house. It was where his father delivered his lectures, where his father told him he would never amount to anything, where his father icily speculated that he should never have had a second son, that Gareth was nothing but a drain on the family finances and a stain on their honor.

No, Gareth thought as he knocked on the door, no happy memories here.

Enter!

Gareth pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside. His father was seated behind his desk, scribbling something on a sheet of paper. He looked well, Gareth thought idly. His father always looked well. It would have been easier had he turned into a ruddy caricature of a man, but no, Lord St. Clair was fit and strong and gave the appearance of a man two decades younger than his fifty-odd years.

He looked like the sort of man a boy like Gareth ought to respect.

And it made the pain of rejection all the more cruel.

Gareth waited patiently for his father to look up. When he didnt, he cleared his throat.

No response.

Gareth coughed.

Nothing.

Gareth felt his teeth grinding. This was his fathers routine-ignoring him for just long enough to act as a reminder that he found him beneath notice.

Gareth considered saying, Sir. He considered saying, My lord. He even considered uttering the word, Father, but in the end he just slouched against the doorjamb and started to whistle.

His father looked up immediately. Cease, he snapped.

Gareth quirked a brow and silenced himself.

And stand up straight. Good God, the baron said testily, how many times have I told you that whistling is ill-bred?

Gareth waited a second, then asked, Am I meant to answer that, or was it a rhetorical question?

His fathers skin reddened.

Gareth swallowed. He shouldnt have said that. Hed known that his deliberately jocular tone would infuriate the baron, but sometimes it was so damned hard to keep his mouth shut. Hed spent years trying to win his fathers favor, and hed finally given in and given up.

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