Author by: Kat Martin Language: en Publisher by: Dell Format Available: PDF, ePub, Mobi Total Read: 73 Total Download: 805 File Size: 47,7 Mb Description: The Louisiana sun beat mercilessly on Nicole St. Claire just as fate, too, had been merciless. The once wealthy, flirtatious belle stood on the auction block to be sold as a servant. Her sensual figure disguised, her glorious titian hair disheveled, she looked like a waif, but she was all woman, trembling when she recognized the highest bidder—idol of her childhood dreams, the owner of plantation Belle Chene. A man of blazing passion, Alex du Villier bought the girl out of pity, but her aqua eyes stirred his soul and her body ignited his blood. She would be the perfect mistress to make him forget his coming marriage to a cold, haughty heiress. Now he intended to teach this innocent beauty that although he had purchased her freedom, he could steal her heart.

An affair of burning desires.... Under a Creole moon their passion became a wildfire neither could control, driving them to heart-wrenching choices of silken sin... Or freedom and love. From the Paperback edition. Author by: Kat Martin Language: en Publisher by: Dell Format Available: PDF, ePub, Mobi Total Read: 25 Total Download: 369 File Size: 48,6 Mb Description: Despite her disguise as Silver Jones, tavern maid, Lady Selena Hardwich-Jones was captured by bounty hunters combing the Georgia cost for the runaway with hair pale as spun silver and eyes like soft brown velvet. Forced onto a ship headed for her home in the West Indies, Silver vowed to make her break for freedom.

Read Creole Fires by Kat Martin with Rakuten Kobo. The Louisiana sun beat mercilessly on Nicole St. Claire just as fate, too, had been merciless. The once wealthy, flirtat.

But in the vessel's brash owner she found a will to match her own. Major Morgan Trask was determined to deliver his lovely human cargo safely to the aristocrat he had long admired. Was the ship's dashing captain Silver's stern captor--or her gallant protector? Tormented by doubts, tantalized by desire, Silver's emotions were in turmoil. For a secret shame kept her from telling Morgan. Trask the real reason for her flight, all the while fearing--and yearning --to trust him. As they sailed into treacherous waters, their very lives in peril, Silver and Morgan could no longer deny their hunger for each other.

As they surrendered to a passion that burned hotter than the Savannah heat. From the Paperback edition. Author by: Harriet E.

Amos Language: en Publisher by: University Alabama Press Format Available: PDF, ePub, Mobi Total Read: 83 Total Download: 702 File Size: 47,5 Mb Description: Antebellum Mobile was a cotton port city, and economic dependence upon the North created by the cotton trade controlled the city’s development. Mobile’s export trade placed the city third after New York and New Orleans in total value of exports for the nation by 1860. Because the exports consisted almost entirely of cotton headed for Northern and foreign textile mills, Mobile depended on Northern businessmen for marketing services. Nearly all the city’s imports were from New York: Mobile had the worst export-import imbalance of all antebellum ports.

As the volume of cotton exports increased, so did the city’s population—from1,500 in 1820 to 30,000 in 1860. Amos’s study delineates the basis for Mobile’s growth and the ways in which residents and their government promoted growth and adapted to it. Because some of the New York banking, shipping, and marketing firms maintained local agencies, a significant number of Northern-born businessmen participated widely in civic affairs.

This has afforded the author the opportunity to explore the North-South relationship in economic and personal terms, in one important city, during a period of increasing sectional tension.

Author:Kat Martin [Martin, Kat] Language: eng Format: epub Tags: mom 02/14/14 ISBN: 480 Publisher: Dell Published: 1992-01-04T00:00:00+00:00 13 In her tiny inside cabin, Nicole fell asleep just as the sky grayed with dawn. Her mind conjured dreams of Alex.

In the early morning mists, he followed her, trying to catch up to her but somehow unable. In a plaintive voice, he professed his love, repeating over and over how much he cared. Nicki just laughed, a harsh grating sound that called him a liar. He reached out to her, but she only drew farther away.

Eventually the disturbing dream faded, and Nicki slept a little more soundly. Since she had no window in the cabin, there was no morning sunlight to awaken her, and she woke a little later than she intended. But the rest, however fleeting, had been good for her. She felt ready to face what lay ahead, ready to get on with her life. Pouring water from the blue china pitcher into the basin on the tiny bureau beside the berth, Nicki washed the sleep from her eyes and smoothed back her hair. She wore it braided and knotted into a chignon at the nape of her neck. With her small carpetbag in hand, she opened the door into the corridor and went out on deck.

Once there, the wind brought some of the color back to her cheeks and she felt even better. The boat made a stop to offload a bit of cargo, but there were few buildings and no sign of anyone who might be able to take her inland. There was just one more town before Baton Rouge, but Nicki decided it would be perfect, even if a bit disreputable.

The city of Montagne was small, but not too small. She had been there once with her father.

One road led out of town to the north on its way to Baton Rouge, while another road skirted the bigger city, but eventually connected with the road east to Hammond. Tajemnica Abigail Serial Online there. She would take the Hammond road, then head north to Jackson or continue on to Atlanta. “Goin’ to Baton Rouge?” The words, with their soft Southern accent, drew her attention to a lanky man who propped a boot on the rail beside her. Motocross Spiele Download Chip Online Skype.

He was shorter than Alex, but still tall. Fair-skinned and dark-haired with eyes that missed nothing. “Montagne,” she corrected, then regretted telling him the truth. “Nice little town,” the man said.

He tipped his black, flat-brimmed hat. “Name’s Preston, ma’am. Traver Preston. Pleased to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine, I’m sure,” she said, instead of giving him her name. He didn’t push her, just looked out over the rail, watching the passing shoreline, the trees and shanties that crouched at the water’s edge. Near-naked dark-skinned children splashed and cavorted while their fathers stood some distance away quietly fishing for catfish.

Taking a slim cigar from the pocket of his waistcoat, Traver Preston struck a match against the rail and lit up. “Mind if I smoke?” he asked belatedly.

Nicki shook her head, inhaling the pungent scent of the tobacco. He had the look of a gambler in his black frock coat, ruffled shirt, and striped blue silk vest.