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See No Evil, My Pretty Lady
     

See No Evil, My Pretty Lady

by Miss Mae
 

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1888 Victorian London.

Whitechapel.

Death stalks the streets.

What if you were one of the women "Jack the Ripper" attacked, yet you managed to escape? And what if you knew he needed to find you and silence you before you identified him?

Overview

1888 Victorian London.

Whitechapel.

Death stalks the streets.

What if you were one of the women "Jack the Ripper" attacked, yet you managed to escape? And what if you knew he needed to find you and silence you before you identified him?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781523652273
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
02/02/2016
Pages:
234
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.53(d)

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Picking up her skirts, Dorcy sped up the stairs. Shoving in front of Gareth, she beat on the door with both hands. "Help! Help! Don't leave us here! Come back! Inspector? We're down here! Please, please don't leave us here!"

Her cries hung in the air, fading away as though she called to the wind. Disbelieving the horror of being shut away in the cold and darkness, she slumped against the wood, tears of fright burning her eyes. No! No! Who could do this? Who could walk away and leave me here--with Gareth!

Terror squeezed her heart and strength drained from her knees. But at the touch of his hand on her shoulder, she reacted like a cornered animal. Twisting around, she flailed out with her arms, knocking him off balance. He dropped the candle, grasping both railings just in time to keep himself from falling backwards. Momentum pulled Dorcy forward and she fell on top of him, landing against his chest. Momentarily stunned, she made no movement. With his candle snuffed out on the cellar floor, the kerosene lamp on the table below provided the only light. Its dimmed glow silhouetted Gareth's face, and Dorcy blinked as she realized their noses almost touched. Disconcerted by how her body pressed so intimately against his, she hurried to disentangle herself, striving to ignore the flush that melted the cold from her limbs.

"I didn't mean to startle you." Gareth apologized, his voice husky. He stepped to a lower stair, dropping his height so that his head became face level with hers. "But try not to worry. We'll be found soon enough."

She feared at being shut away with him. But to compound the worry of trying to save her life was the added strain of the cold anddarkness and--and the remembered feel of his chest under her hands and his thighs--her emotions twisted like a spinning top out of control. What am I thinking? Am I mad?

Meet the Author

Miss Mae is all about romantic mysteries. "Said the Spider to the Fly", "When the Bough Breaks", "Dove Island", "It's Elementary, My Dear Winifred" and "See No Evil, My Pretty Lady" are award winning best sellers. Her latest, "Catch Me If You Can", and the novellas "Miss Penelope's Letters", and "Through a Glass Darkly" have already received top rated five-star reviews. Tantalizing trailers, and more information, is readily available at her website: www.themissmaesite.com

Be sure to catch all her books in audio!

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