Wait Until Midnight (Jove Historical Romance)
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The sins of Adam Hardesty's past have been discovered. And if he does not hunt down his blackmailer quickly, his secrets will be revealed to all...
But there is an obstacle in his way: sensation novelist Caroline Fordyce. She knows that Adam's quest for justice could shatter her own reputation - and mire her family in lethal scandal. And she fears what he may find.
Together, they will navigate the shadow side of London, venturing into an underworld of cutthroats, connivers, and illusionists. And as the mystery grows ever deeper and the danger circles ever closer, they must guard not only their secrets but their lives...
a suitably portentous air. “Mrs. Toller is ready to begin the séance. Please follow me.” They followed her down another shadowy hall. Adam used the opportunity to note the location of the rear stairs and the entrance to the kitchen. Midway along the corridor, the housekeeper opened a door. One by one the sitters filed into a darkened room and took their places at a cloth-draped table. A single lamp burned in the center of the table. It had been turned down as low as possible. The dim light did
thing she had ever done in her life, Caroline thought. A strange, feverish anticipation was building within her. Where was he taking her? What did he intend to show her? But she did not ask any questions. She sensed that what he planned to reveal was extremely important and meaningful to him. He needed to go about the matter in his own way. She pulled her wrap more tightly around her shoulders and looked out the carriage windows at the fog-shrouded streets. They were traveling into a less
newspaper publisher. So this is the source of all those sensation pieces one reads in the Flying Intelligencer.” Spraggett glowered through his spectacles. He was a wiry, balding man of middle years who exuded the nervous energy of a terrier. His hands were permanently stained with ink. A number of dirty coffee cups and half-eaten pastries and sandwiches littered the place. “We take our responsibility to keep the public informed very seriously at this paper, sir,” Spraggett declared. “Do you,
direction he had come, relying on the secret web of hidden walks, lanes and alleys that constituted his private mental map of the city. Now and then the shadowy shapes of tentatively moving carriages and hansom cabs rattled past. Figures came and went like wraiths in the thick mist. They appeared briefly silhouetted against a flaring gas lamp and then vanished, leaving only the echoes of footsteps. Halfway across a small park in a quiet square it occurred to him that he was not all that far
along the hallway. “No, I am all right, Adam. He did not touch me.” He held out one arm. She ran to him in a swirl of ghostly white satin. When she reached his side, he pinned her tightly to him. He held her fiercely for a long moment. Then he released her to crouch beside Reed. Caroline had been certain that Reed was dead. But he groaned when Adam turned him face up. For the first time, Caroline saw the hilt of the knife that was buried in Reed’s chest. Reed opened his eyes and stared up at