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Lady Whistledown strikes back
Quinn, Julia.
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New York, N.Y. : Avon Books, [2004]

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387 pages ; 18 cm.
First kiss / Julia Quinn -- Last temptation / Mia Ryan -- Best of both worlds / Suzanne Enoch -- Only one for me / Karen Hawkins.
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Who Stole Lady Neeley's Bracelet?

Was it the fortune hunter, the gambler, the servant, or the rogue? All of London is abuzz with speculation, but it is clear that one of four couples is connected to the crime.

Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, May 1816

Julia Quinn enchants: A dashing fortune hunter is captivated by the Season's most desired debutante . . . and must prove he is out to steal the lady's heart, not her dowry.

Suzanne Enoch tantalizes: An innocent miss who has spent her life scrupulously avoiding scandal is suddenly--and secretly--courted by London's most notorious rogue.

Karen Hawkins seduces: A roving viscount comes home to rekindle the passionate fires of his marriage . . . only to discover that his beautiful, headstrong bride will not be so easily won.

Mia Ryan delights: A lovely, free-spirited servant is dazzled by the romantic attentions of a charming earl . . . sparking a scandalous affair that could ruin them both.

You'll hear it first from Lady Whistledown

Author Notes

Julia Quinn is the pseudonym used by Julie Pottinger (born Julie Cotler in 1970), a best-selling American historical romance author. Pottinger grew up in the New England and California. She has appeared on the New York Times Bestseller List nine times.

Pottinger went to Harvard and majored in Art History. After getting this degree, she decided that she wanted to be a doctor, so she had to complete two more years of college to fulfill her science credits. While studying science, she drafted two romance novels. A few weeks after she was accepted to medical school, she discovered that her first two novels, Splendid and Dancing At Midnight, had been sold at auction, so she postponed medical school for two years while she wrote two more novels. By the time Pottinger finally entered Yale medical school, three of her books had been published. After only a few short months of studying medicine, however, she left medical school and devoted herself full-time to her writing.

Pottinger lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, Paul Pottinger. She was the recipient of the Romance Writers of America RITA Award in 2007 for "On the Way to the Wedding" and in 2008 for "The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever". In 2015 her novel, The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy made the New York Times bestseller list.

Julia's title, Because of Miss Bridgerton, is a April 2016 New York Times bestseller.

(Bowker Author Biography)

Reviews 1

Publisher's Weekly Review

A strong and charming encore to The Further Observations of Lady Whistledown, this superb Regency-era novella collection is punctuated by gossip columnist Lady Whistledown's witty comments and penned by the same authors who contributed to the previous book. A disastrous dinner party during which a ruby bracelet goes missing-and four couples discover or rediscover their soul mates-sparks the collection. Each tale follows one pair as they tackle the obstacles to love, but the stories are skillfully interwoven to the point where they present the same encounters and relay the same dialogue from different points of view. At times, references to the other couples can feel forced, but the authors are largely successful in piecing their hilarious and sometimes touching stories together into a delightful romantic quilt. Similarities abound: the heroines are unwed virgins, the heroes unwed but not virginal, and all are filled with gratitude that they found each other. Only Hawkins's story, featuring a wedded couple estranged for 12 years, stands strangely apart, as it explores the darker issues of pride, betrayal and forgiveness. Sure to be as popular-if not more so-than the previous Whistledown, this winsome collection is a cut above most romance anthologies. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved



Lady Whistledown Strikes Back Chapter One This week's most coveted invitation appears to be Lady Neeley's upcoming dinner party, to be held Tuesday evening. The guest list is not long, nor is it remarkably exclusive, but tales have spread of last year's dinner party, or, to be more specific, of the menu, and all London (and most especially those of greater girth) are eager to partake. This Author was not gifted with an invitation and therefore must suffer at home with a jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and this column, but alas, do not feel pity, Dear Reader. Unlike those attending the upcoming gustatory spectacle, This Author does not have to listen to Lady Neeley! Lady Whisteldown's Society Papers, 27 May 1816 Tillie Howard supposed that the night could get worse, but in all truth, she couldn't imagine how. She hadn't wanted to attend Lady Neeley's dinner party, but her parents had insisted, and so here she was, trying to ignore the fact that her hostess--the occasionally-feared, occasionally-mocked Lady Neeley--had a voice rather like fingernails on slate. Tillie was also trying to ignore the rumblings of her stomach, which had expected nourishment at least an hour earlier. The invitation had said seven in the evening, and so Tillie and her parents, the Earl and Countess of Canby, had arrived promptly at half past the hour, with the expectation of being led into supper at eight. But here it was, almost nine, with no sign that Lady Neeley intended to forgo talking for eating anytime soon. But what Tillie was most trying to ignore, what she in fact would have fled the room to avoid, had she been able to figure out a way to do so without causing a scene, was the man standing next to her. "Jolly fellow, he was," boomed Robert Dunlop, with that joviality that comes from having consumed just a hair more wine than one ought. "Always ready for a spot of fun." Tillie smiled tightly. He was speaking of her brother Harry, who had died nearly one year earlier, on the battlefield at Waterloo. When she and Mr. Dunlop had been introduced, she'd been excited to meet him. She'd loved Harry desperately and missed him with a fierceness that sometimes took her breath away. And she'd thought that it would be wonderful to hear stories of his last days from one of his comrades in arms. Except Robert Dunlop was not telling her what she wanted to hear. "Talked about you all the time," he continued, even though he'd already said as much ten minutes earlier. " 'Cept . . . " Tillie did nothing but blink, not wanting to encourage further elucidation. This couldn't end well. Mr. Dunlop squinted at her. " 'Cept he always described you as all elbows and knees and with crooked braids." Tillie gently touched her hand to her expertly coifed chignon. She couldn't help it. "When Harry left for the Continent, I did have crooked braids," she said, deciding that her elbows and knees needed no further discussion. "He loved you a great deal," Mr. Dunlop said. His voice was surprisingly soft and thoughtful, enough to command Tillie's full attention. Maybe she shouldn't be so quick to judge. Robert Dunlop meant well. He was certainly good at heart, and rather handsome, cutting quite a dashing figure in his military uniform. Harry had always written of him with affection, and even now, Tillie was having trouble thinking of him as anything other than "Robbie." Maybe there was a little more to him. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe . . . "Spoke of you glowingly. Glowingly," Robbie repeated, presumably for extra emphasis. Tillie just nodded. She missed Harry, even if she was coming to realize that he had informed approximately one thousand men that she was a skinny gawk. Robbie nodded. "Said you were the best of females, if one could look beneath the freckles." Tillie started scouting the exits, searching for an escape. Surely she could fake a torn hem, or a horrible chest cough. Robbie leaned in to look at her freckles. Or death. Her thespian demise would surely end up as the lead story in tomorrow's Whistledown , but Tillie was just about ready to give it a go. It had to be better than this. "Told us all he despaired of you ever getting married," Robbie said, nodding in a most friendly manner. "Always reminded us that you had a bang-up dowry." That was it. Her brother had been using his time on the battlefield to beg men to marry her, using her dowry (as opposed to her looks, or heaven forbid, her heart) as the primary draw. It was just like Harry to go and die before she could kill him for this. "I need to go," she blurted out. Robbie looked around. "Where?" Anywhere. "Out," Tillie said, hoping that would be explanation enough. Robbie's brow knit in a confused manner as he followed her gaze to the door. "Oh," he said. "Well, I suppose . . . There you are!" Tillie turned around to see who had managed to pull Robbie's attention off of her. A tall gentleman wearing the same uniform as Robbie was walking toward them. Except, unlike Robbie, he looked . . . Dangerous. His hair was dark, honey blond, and his eyes were--well, she couldn't possibly tell what color they were from three yards away, but it didn't really matter because the rest of him was enough to make any young lady weak in the legs. His shoulders were broad, his posture was perfect, and his face looked as if it ought to be carved in marble. "Thompson," Robbie said. "Dashed good to see you." Thompson , Tillie thought, mentally nodding. It must be Peter Thompson, Harry's closest friend. Harry had mentioned him in almost every missive, but clearly he'd never actually described him, or Tillie would have been prepared for this Greek god standing before her. Of course, if Harry had described him, he would have just shrugged and said something like, "Regular-looking fellow, I suppose." Lady Whistledown Strikes Back . Copyright © by Julia Quinn. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Lady Whistledown Strikes Back by Julia Quinn, Suzanne Enoch, Karen Hawkins, Mia Ryan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.