Silk and Shadows
Authors: Mary Jo Putney
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Silk Trilogy [1]
From the *New York Times* bestselling author-a classic love story that has become one of her most beloved and acclaimed historical romances...
AND
SHADOWS
by
Mary Jo Putney
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
HONEYED WORDS-AND TEMPTATION SWEET AS SIN
"Perhaps you are part of the reason I am here," Peregrine said. "Sweet Sara," he whispered, caressing her slender form as if his hands could meld them into one flesh, "you are as rare and lovely as the treasures of the
Silk Road
."
Unbuttoning her jacket, he slipped his hand inside. Gently he squeezed the soft, fluid weight of her breast. "You are like gold and amber and ivory that have been warmed to wondrous life."
Sara gasped as her shy acceptance changed to fierce response. In the tumult of her senses she was shameless, and passion burned in her blood.
Finally she broke the kiss and made herself focus on Peregrine's dark, craggy face. His green eyes were misty with passion, and this time there was nothing enigmatic about him. He wanted her. And, heaven help her, she wanted him…
Flames of Passion
DEARLY BELOVED by Mary Jo Putney. "Wonderfully crafted… articulate and perceptive… sets a new standard of excellence for historical romance… one of the best books of this or any other year!"
—
Romantic Times
UNCOMMON VOWS by Mary Jo Putney. In one irrevocable move of fate, Adrian, Earl of Shropshire, had ordered the beautiful Lady Meriel de Vere to be locked in his castle's tower, swearing to entice her into surrendering her kisses with lips as hungry as his own. Never to give in, to die if she must, was Meriel's vow...
SILK AND SHADOWS by Mary Jo Putney. Though Sara was pledged to wed another man, it was in the arms of the dashing Peregrine that she learned about forbidden passion—and mystery.
SILK AND SECRETS by Mary Jo Putney. As the passions of Juliet Cameron and Lord Ross Carlisle begin to ignite under the merciless desert sun, it is Juliet who begins to fall captive to a love long denied…
VEILS OF SILK by Mary Jo Putney. Only indomitable courage and unshakable love will free Laura Stephenson and Major Ian Cameron to claim the fiery passion they both fear… and desire.
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SHADOWS
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AN ONYX BOOK
ONYX
Published by the Penguin Group
Penguin Books USA Inc.,
New York
,
U.S.A.
Penguin Books Ltd,
London
England
Penguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood,
Victoria
,
Australia
Penguin Books Canada Ltd,
Toronto
,
Canada
M4V 3B
Penguin Books (N.Z.) Ltd,
Auckland
10,
New Zealand
Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: Harmondsworth,
Middlesex
,
England
Published by Onyx, an imprint of Dutton Signet, a division of Penguin Books USA Inc.
First Printing, December,1991
Copyright © Mary Jo Putney, 1991
All rights reserved
REGISTERED TRADEMARK—MARCA RBGISTRADA
Printed in the
United States of America
To Estill, who wanted a book that was all her own.
England
,1839
He called himself Peregrine, the wanderer, and he came to
London
for revenge.
It was dusk as the
Kali
drifted up the
Thames
, her goal a berth at the Isle of Dogs. The air was thick with the rank scents that occur where water meets land, and too many people live in too little space.
Peregrine leaned against the foremast, watching the lights of
London
flicker on and listening to the water splashing softly under the bow. An onlooker would have thought him casual, but the relaxation in his lean figure was a product of years of discipline, a habit of pretense so long established as to be second nature. He had learned early that it was safer to let no one know the true state of his mind and heart; over the years he had become so adept at dissimulation that he himself did not always know how he felt.
But tonight he had no doubts about the nature of his emotions. This bland, civilized English darkness concealed his enemy, and that knowledge burned triumphant in his veins. He had waited a quarter of a century for this moment, when the time was right to extract a slow and exquisitely painful blood price for what he had suffered.