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Deber y deseo: Trilogía Fitzwilliam Darcy, un caballero II
     

Deber y deseo: Trilogía Fitzwilliam Darcy, un caballero II

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by Pamela Aidan
 

La segunda entrega de la trilogía «Fitzwilliam Darcy: un caballero».

Fitzwilliam Darcy regresa a su propiedad rural de Pemberley para pasar la Navidad con su hermana Georgiana. El recuerdo de Elizabeth Bennet parece perseguirle a todas partes. Distraído y distante, Georgiana trata de averiguar qué le pasa. Él le

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La segunda entrega de la trilogía «Fitzwilliam Darcy: un caballero».

Fitzwilliam Darcy regresa a su propiedad rural de Pemberley para pasar la Navidad con su hermana Georgiana. El recuerdo de Elizabeth Bennet parece perseguirle a todas partes. Distraído y distante, Georgiana trata de averiguar qué le pasa. Él le cuenta sus encuentros con Elizabeth, pero también deja muy claro que, aparte de la opinión que la joven pueda tener de él, la posición social de la dama, claramente inferior a la de su familia, es un obstáculo insalvable para cualquier posible relación entre ambos. A su regreso a Londres, toma la decisión de olvidarla por completo y se propone buscar a alguna joven adecuada para ser su esposa. En su interior se impone un fuerte sentido del deber y del honor que supera momentáneamente a sus sentimientos.

Para ello, acepta la invitación de un viejo amigo suyo, lord Sayre, para pasar una semana en el castillo de Norwycke, en donde se reunirán algunos de sus antiguos compañeros de estudios y varias damas, entre las que se encuentra lady Sylvanie, hermanastra del anfitrión, una hermosa y misteriosa mujer, que consigue desde el principio captar su interés. Pero ¿conseguirá hacerle olvidar a su Elizabeth?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9788483654101
Publisher:
Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial España
Publication date:
05/30/2012
Sold by:
PENGUIN RANDOM HOUSE GRUPO EDITORIAL
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
448
File size:
526 KB
Age Range:
14 Years

Meet the Author

<strong>Pamela Aidan</strong> nació en 1953 en Pensilvania, Estados Unidos. Tiene un máster en Biblioteconomía por la Universidad de Illinois y ha sido librera durante más de treinta años. Ella y su marido Michael viven en Couer d'Alene, Idaho; cada uno tiene tres hijos mayores de sus anteriores matrimonios. A pesar de que la obra de Jane Austen Orgullo y prejuicio ha sido su novela favorita desde sus años en el colegio, atribuye la inspiración para escribir su primera novela basada en el periodo de la Regencia a la miniserie producida por la BBC. Una fiesta como ésta significó el comienzo de la trilogía "Fitzwilliam Darcy, un caballero".

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Deber y deseo: Trilogía Fitzwilliam Darcy, un caballero II 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awsome! Read another of my stories at morning reses!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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