Soldier of Fortune
Edward Marston
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0749080884
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The dashing Captain Daniel Rawson – spy, linguist, duellist, ladies’ man and career soldier – can charm a lady as well as he can parry a sword. And whether it is extracting information from the wife of a French general or leading his soldiers in a Forlorn Hope, Rawson proves himself invaluable to John Churchill, the Duke of Marlborough, and the Confederate forces as they head towards the ferocious battle of Blenheim. But on their march across Europe, Rawson discovers he has two very different camps of pursuers. The beautiful Abigail Piper, with whom Rawson enjoyed a brief flirtation whilst in London, is determined to get her man. A soldier couldn’t dare hope for a lovelier distraction, but the battlefield is no place for a lady. Also hot on Rawson’s heels are the murderous servants of the General Salignac, the latest man Daniel cuckolded. Their instructions are simple – kill Rawson and bring back proof. A simple order, but have they underestimated their target?
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And Tinker barked excitedly. By the time that father and son finally met, the boy was panting for breath but nevertheless able to blurt out a few words. 'Welcome back, Father!' 'How are you, lad?' said Nathan, reining in his horse and dismounting to embrace him. 'Is all well here?' 'What news?' Daniel gasped. 'Have the royal forces been put to flight? Has the King been deposed? Have we won yet?' Nathan shook his head sadly. 'No, Dan. Not yet.' 'But we will win - you promised me that we.
Making her beauty a little ravaged. As he appraised her, Daniel could see all the things that had attracted him to her but he no longer regarded her through the eyes of a potential lover. What she now aroused were his paternal instincts. Instead of wanting her in his bed, he felt impelled to protect her by taking on the role of a father. 'It was your fault,' she said quietly. 'You were responsible for my decision to come here.' 'I gave you no encouragement to do such a thing, Abigail.' 'Yes,.
Deceitful. What right did she have to get in touch with you?' Abigail went on. 'Dorothy only met you on that one occasion.' 'I was surprised to get a letter from her, I must confess.' 'If she sends another, tear it up without reading it.' 'The only letter you should worry about is the one that your father sent. He wants you back in England, Abigail. The whole family has missed you dreadfully and you must have missed them.' 'Yes, I have,' she admitted. 'I've missed them very much.' 'Then put.
Replete as well with fine houses and imposing hotels. It was Daniel's second visit to the address so he had no difficulty in finding it. As before, he was met with a welcoming signal. A candle burnt in an attic window to assure him that the coast was clear. He needed no more invitation. Riding down the side of the house, he dismounted in the courtyard at the rear and tethered his horse beside the stables. The maid was waiting for him. As soon as he reached the rear door, she opened it for him,.
Translated, Adam Cardonnel was interested to hear the full text of the letter, filled, as it was, with an extravagance of expression totally at odds with the prosaic despatches from the Dutch. 'Illustrious, Sincerely Beloved,' Marlborough read. 'Your desert towards me, my house, and the common cause, are great and many, and the singular application, care and diligence, which you have expressed, in bringing up and hastening the powerful succours, which the most serene and potent Queen of Great.