Black, Uyless, Waters, Sharleen:Sonet & T1: Architectures for Digital Transport Networks
- Paperback 1998, ISBN: 9780134475905
good-/noneminor water staining on bottom right edge. Based of the PBS TV series.Well illustrated with how-to diagrams. Text clean and tight. 270 pgs incl index., Little Brown And Company,… More...
good-/noneminor water staining on bottom right edge. Based of the PBS TV series.Well illustrated with how-to diagrams. Text clean and tight. 270 pgs incl index., Little Brown And Company, 1980, 2.5, Avon. Good. 4.19 x 1 x 6.75 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 1998. 400 pages. Cover worn. <br>He vowed he?d never marry. To Vane Cy nster, Bellamy Hall seems like the perfect place to temporarily h ide from London?s husband hunters. But when he encounters irresis tible Patience Debbington, Vane realises he?s met his match ... She vowed no man would catch her. Patience isn?t about to succum b to Vane?s sensuous propositions. Yes, his kisses leave her dizz y and his caresses made her melt; but Patience has promised herse lf she?ll never become vulnerable to a broken heart. Is this one vow that was meant to be broken? Editorial Reviews Amazon com R eview To this second book of her Bar Cynster series, Stephanie La urens brings a thorough command of Regency style, as well as grap hic, uninhibited love scenes. Elegant, commanding Vane Cynster gr aciously bows to fate when he seeks shelter from a storm and meet s the woman he realizes he's destined to marry--Patience Debbingt on, the spinster niece of Vane's kindhearted godmother. Although her attraction to Vane is immediate and electrifying, Patience di strusts elegant gentlemen like her father, who broke her mother's heart by failing to return her love. To pursue Patience, Vane se ttles into his godmother's household, which consists of various p oor relatives and assorted hangers-on, and is caught up in the se arch for a petty thief and occasional Spectre who is harassing th em. It requires all of Vane's investigative abilities to catch th e criminal, and all of his considerable powers of persuasion--as well as many ardent couplings with Patience--to convince her that family, loyalty, and love come first for him. Laurens is especia lly skillful at capturing Regency males, aristocrats whose refine d restraint barely masks their powerful underlying urges. Appeara nces by others of the extended, devoted Cynster family ensures th at readers will become increasing attached to this ongoing series . --Ellen Edwards From the Back Cover He vowed he?d never marry . To Vane Cynster, Bellamy Hall seems like the perfect place to temporarily hide from London?s husband hunters. But when he encou nters irresistible Patience Debbington, Vane realises he?s met hi s match ... She vowed no man would catch her. Patience isn?t ab out to succumb to Vane?s sensuous propositions. Yes, his kisses l eave her dizzy and his caresses made her melt; but Patience has p romised herself she?ll never become vulnerable to a broken heart. Is this one vow that was meant to be broken? About the Author #1 New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens began wri ting as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a h obby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency Engl and have captivated readers around the globe, making her one of t he romance world's most beloved and popular authors. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. October 1819 Nort hamptonshire You want to get a move on. Looks like the Hounds of Hell are on our heels. What? Jerked from uneasy contemplation, Vane Cynster lifted his gaze from his leader's ears and glanced a round, bringing Duggan, his groom, into view-along with the bank of lowering thunderheads sweeping down on them from behind. Blast ! Vane looked forward and flicked the reins. The pair of matched greys harnessed to his curricle stepped out powerfully. He glance d over his shoulder. Think we can outrun it? Considering the sto rm clouds, Duggan shook his head. We got three miles on it, maybe five. Not enough to turn back to Kettering, nor yet to make Nort hampton. Vane swore. It wasn't the thought of a drenching that e xercised his mind. Desperation dug in its spurs; his eyes on the road as the greys swept on, he searched for some option, some rou te of escape. Only minutes before, he'd been thinking of Devil, Duke of St. Ives, his cousin, boyhood companion, and closest frie nd--and of the wife fate had handed him. Honoria, now Duchess of St. Ives. She who had ordered Vane and the other four as-yet-unma rried members of the Bar Cynster not only to pay for but attend t he dedication service for the roof of the church in Somersham. vi llage, close by the ducal seat. Admittedly, the money she'd decre ed they surrender had been ill-gotten gains, their winnings from a wager of which neither she nor their mothers had approved. The ageold adage that the only women Cynster males need be wary of we re Cynster wives still held true for this generation as it had fo r those past. The reason why was not something any male Cynster l iked to dwell on. Which was why he felt such a driving need to g et out of the path of the storm. Fate, in the guise of a storm, h ad arranged for Honoria and Devil to meet, in circumstances that had all but ensured their subsequent marriage. Vane wasn't about to take unnecessary chances. Bellamy Hall. He clung to the idea like a drowning man. Minnie will give us shelter. That's a thoug ht. Duggan sounded more hopeful. The turnoff should be close. It was around the next bend; Vane took the turn at speed, then curs ed and slowed his cattle. The narrow lane was not as well surface d as the road they'd left. Too fond of his high-stepping horses t o risk injuring them, he concentrated, easing them along as fast as he dared, grimly conscious of the deepening gloom of an unnatu ral, too-early twilight and the rising whine of the wind. He'd l eft Sornersham Place, Devil's principal residence, soon after lun cheon, having spent the morning at church, at the dedication serv ice for the roof he and his cousins had paid for. Intending to vi sit friends near Leamington, he'd left Devil to enjoy his wife an d son and headed west. He'd expected to reach Northampton and the comfort of the Blue Angel with ease. instead, thanks to fate, he would be spending the night with Minnie and her inmates. At lea st he would be safe. Through the hedges to their left, Vane glim psed distant water, leaden grey beneath the darkening sky. The Ri ver Nene, which meant Bellamy Hall was close; it stood on a long, sloping rise looking down on the river. It had been years since he'd visited--he couldn't offhand remember how many, but of his welcome he had not a doubt. Araminta, Lady Bellamy, eccentric rel ict of a wealthy man, was his godmother. Unblessed with children, Minnie had never treated him as a child; over the years, she'd b ecome a good friend. A sometimes too-shrewd friend uninhibited in her lectures, but a friend nonetheless. Daughter of a viscount, Minnie had been born to a place in the ton. After her husband, S ir Humphrey Bellamy, died, she'd retired from socializing, prefer ring to remain at Bellamy Hall, presiding over a varying househol d of impecunious, relatives and worthy charity cases. Once, when he'd asked why she surrounded herself with such hangers-on, Minn ie had replied that, at her age, human nature was her main source of entertainment. Sir Humphrey had left her wealthy enough to st and the nonsense, and Bellamy Hall, grotesquely gargantuan, was l arge enough to house her odd menage. As a sop to sanity, she and her companion, Mrs. Timms, indulged in the occasional bolt to the capital, leaving the rest of the household in Northamptonshire. Vane always called on Minnie whenever she was in town. Gothic tu rrets rose out of the trees ahead, then brick gateposts appeared, the heavy wrought-iron gates left ajar. With a grimly satisfied smile, Vane turned his horses through; they'd beaten the storm-fa te had not caught him napping. He set the greys trotting down the straight drive. Huge bushes crowded close, shivering in the wind ; ancient trees shrouded the gravel in shifting shadows. Dark an d somber, its multitude of windows, dull in the encroaching gloom , watching like so many flat eyes, Bellamy Hall filled the end of the tunnel-like drive. A sprawling Gothic monstrosity, with coun tless architectural elements added cheek by jowl, all recently em bellished with Georgian lavishness, it ought to have looked hideo us, yet, in the overgrown park with the circular courtyard before it, the Hall managed to escape outright ugliness. It was, Vane thought, as he swept about the courtyard and headed for the stabl es, a suitably esoteric dwelling for an eccentric old woman and h er odd household. As he rounded the side of the house, he saw no sign of life. There was, however, activity in the stables, groom s hurriedly settling horses in preparation for the storm. Leaving Duggan and Minnie's stableman, Grisham, to deal with the greys. . . </div About the Author #1 New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Laurens began writing as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a hobby that quickly became a career. He r novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around th e globe, making her one of the romance world's most beloved and p opular authors. ., Avon, 1998, 2.5, Prentice Hall. Used - Good. Item in good condition. Textbooks may not include supplemental items i.e. CDs, access codes etc..., Prentice Hall, 2.5<
