Rosie Thomas 4-Book Collection: The White Dove, The Potter’s House, Celebration, White
A collection of four stunning ebooks from the author of the runaway bestseller, THE KASHMIR SHAWL.THE WHITE DOVE: Born an aristocrat, beautiful Amy Lovell leads a whirlwind life of extravagant parties and balls. But Amy is ill-suited to a life of indulgence, and eagerly embraces a nursing career, where she is drawn into the radical politics of the day. As the spectre of war looms, Amy's bittersweet love for the proud miner Nick Penry leads them to the conflict in Spain, where love and pain become inseparable agonies.THE POTTER’S HOUSE: Olivia Giorgiadis has left her English roots behind to live on a tiny Greek island, married to a local man, mother to two small sons. But when an earthquake devastates the island, a stranger appears in the aftermath: an Englishwoman, destitute but for the clothes she wears. As she melts into the family and the village community, so Olivia begins to sense that her mysterious visitor threatens all she holds dear…CELEBRATION: For Bell Farrer, rising wine journalist, it was the break of her career. To interview both reclusive Baron Charles de Gillesmont of Chateau Reynard and business genius Valentine Gordon of California's Dry Stone Wineries. But suddenly Bell's career is the last thing on her mind. Because Charles and Valentine are not just opposites but enemies, locked in lethal rivalry by their only common bond, the women they choose to love. Once, Charles's wife; now Bell. How can Bell, loving one, still feel the draw of the other?WHITE: One Love. One Chance. Once Sacrifice. For Sam McGrath, a brief encounter with a young woman changes his life. On impulse, he vows to follow her – all the way to Nepal. Finch Buchanan, flying out as doctor, reaches the Himalayas only to be reunited with a man she has never been able to forget. Al Hood has made a promise: once he has conquered this last peak, he will leave the mountains behind forever. And the passionate relationship between Finch, Al and Sam – two men driven by their own demons, and a woman with a dream of her own – begins to play itself out, with tragic consequences…
Читать Rosie Thomas 4-Book Collection: The White Dove, The Potter’s House, Celebration, White онлайн беплатно
ROSIE THOMAS 4-BOOK COLLECTION
The White Dove
The Potter’s House
Celebration
White
Rosie Thomas
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
77–85 Fulham Palace Road
Hammersmith, London W6 8JB
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2014
Copyright © Rosie Thomas 1986, 2000, 1982, 2000
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2014
Rosie Thomas asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780007560622, 9780007560547, 9780007560585, 9780007560530
Ebook Edition © November 2014 ISBN: 9780008115302
Version: 2014-10-11
Contents
Copyright
Keep Reading: THE ILLUSIONISTS
Keep Reading: THE KASHMIR SHAWL
About the Author
Also by Rosie Thomas
About the Publisher
The White Dove
BY ROSIE THOMAS
Contents
Part One
One
Two
Three
Part Two
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Part Three
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Part Four
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
The cedar tree was four hundred years old; as old as Chance itself. The shade beneath the cedar was more fragrant, cooler and deeper than the shade of any of the other great trees across the park. From its protective circle the family could look into the dazzle of light over the velvet grass, back to the terrace and the grey walls rearing behind it. The splash of the fountain was a deliciously cool note in the heavy heat of that long afternoon of July 1916.
Amy Lovell sat squarely at the tea-table, her chin barely level with the starched white cloth, wide eyes fixed on the sandwiches as fragile as butterflies, tiny circlets of pastry top-heavy with cream and raspberries, melting fingers of her favourite ginger sponge, and enticing dark wedges of rich fruit cake. A long time had passed since nursery lunch at twelve, and Amy was hungry. But she sat perfectly still, her hands folded in her lap, without even a rustle of her frilled petticoats. Her feet, in highly polished boots with intricate buttons and laces, did not nearly touch the grass, but she held them rigid. Only yesterday Papa had banished her from the tea-table for swinging her legs, and she had not even had a sandwich, let alone a ginger sponge finger. Amy allowed herself one sidelong glance at Isabel, six years old to her own four-and-a-bit, and saw that her sister looked as effortlessly still and composed as always.
A flutter of white cloth to the right of the table heralded the silent arrival of Mr Glass, the butler, with another, subsidiary table. This one was laden with silver tea-things.
‘I will pour out myself, Glass, thank you,’ said Amy’s mother in her special, low voice. When Amy first heard the word ‘drawling’ it pleased her, because it sounded exactly like Mama.
‘Very good, my lady.’
Mr Glass retreated across the grass, flanked by the maids with their apron and cap strings fluttering, and left them alone. Amy sighed with satisfaction. It was the best moment of the day, when she and Isabel had Mama and Papa all to themselves.
Lady Lovell stretched out her hand to the silver teapot. Her dark red hair fell in rich, natural waves, and where it was caught up at the nape of her neck beads of perspiration showed on the white skin. Her afternoon dress of pale rose silk was pleated and gathered, but it failed to disguise the ungainly bulk of the last days of pregnancy. Her hand fluttered back to rest over her stomach, and she sighed in the heat.
‘Could you, Gerald? Glass does hover so, and it is so nice to be just ourselves out here.’
‘That is his job, Adeline,’ Lord Lovell reminded her, but without the irritation he would have felt seven years ago.
He had fallen in love with his first sight of the exquisite eighteen-year-old American steel heiress dancing her way through her first London Season. And Adeline van Pelt from Pittsburgh, her head turned by her aristocratic suitor’s ancient title as much as by his formal charm, had agreed to marry him even though he was twice her age.
