The Spy (Liars Club, Book 3)
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James Cunnington has a pressing mission at had: He must find the daughter of a missing code breaker for the Liar's Club, a man suspected of turning traitor for Napoleon. Time is of the utmost concern. While it is evident that his ward's new tutor has something to hide, James in unaware that the woman he seeks now resides under his very roof...
Desperate and near destitute, Philippa Atwater must don gentleman's clothing to pass herself off as a scholarly young tutor. Her clever--if itchy--disguise allows her time to pursue her quest to find her father, ruthlessly abducted by French spies. Closely guarding the cryptic notebook he entrusted to her care, she sense danger all around her--even in the home of her roguishly handsome new employer, James Cunnington. Now Philippa is about to discover that the desire can be as lethal as a well-aimed bullet...
touched his face. He struggled against his bonds—they were gone. The dark cell was gone. There was only Flip’s worried face in the clean glow of the candle. He must have startled her, for she pulled back with a jerk. “Are you awake now, James?” Inhaling deeply, he nodded. Then he released his lungs in a long shuddering sigh. The nightmare was gone, at least for now. He managed a sickly smile. “That—that was a kindness, thank you.” He sat up on the cot, swinging his legs to the floor. She
her loyal lady’s maid until her death. “But Moira, a man off the road?” “Well, he was good enough to spend the night lying beside, wasn’t he?” Moria put fists on each wide htp and glared at Willa. “You mind me, Miss! You’re fortunate no one in this village would speak against you, or your reputation would be in ruins sure enough! Even so, it’s a fair thing you never kissed him!” Willa didn’t answer that one, but obviously her blush spoke for her because Moira’s scowl turned to open-mouthed
since he was here . . . Passing through the public part of the club, he entered the hidden doorway and made his way to the code room. “Tell me you’ve got something for me.” Fisher shrugged woefully. “I’m trying, James, but you know I get new documents every day from France. With only one code-breaker left—” The man paled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean . . .” James held up one hand. “Don’t apologize. Please don’t.” “It’s just that I’m not even supposed to be doing this. I was still apprenticing when
“Phillip, are you out there?” A tiny click sounded behind him. Before he could turn, he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. James spun, breaking the opponent’s grip even as he brought his fist back— Phillip flinched away from him, throwing his hands up in defense. “Goodness, James! Whatever are you planning on doing with that?” James let his breath out in a burst of relieved laughter. “Why are you sneaking around out here? Where’s Kitty?” Phillip only stared at him for a moment. “Shouldn’t
sudden interest. There was a silver comb and a buttonhook and a sheet of paper with curling edges that appeared to be a political cartoon by the popular artist Sir Thorogood. She touched the cartoon with one finger to turn it upright. It slid to one side, off its supporting pile of ribbon and gold . . . Medals. Two enormous medals, the sort that were granted heroes of the highest order. The Prince Regent’s profile gleamed from one of them. She blinked. James . . . a hero? She traced a finger