Once More, Miranda

By Jennifer Wilde

Against the backdrop of the Jacobite uprising, New York Times–bestselling writer Jennifer Wilde spins the passionate story of an attractive pickpocket who unearths love within the palms of a Scotsman bent on revenge

In 1746 Miranda James lives by way of her wits at the streets of London, trying to find effortless marks—until she’s stuck determining the incorrect pocket. Sentenced to hold, she is stored from the gallows by means of a fierce-eyed Scotsman . . . at the situation she turn into his indentured servant. a devoted topic until eventually his brothers have been murdered on the conflict of Culloden in an try and restoration Prince Charles to the Scottish throne, Cameron Gordon lives for revenge. As Miranda’s grasp, he teaches her the facility of words—and the pleasures of passion.
 
From highway urchin to celebrated writer, from the hazards of a mystery riot to the reality approximately her mysterious prior, Miranda struggles opposed to insurmountable odds, able to make the final word sacrifice for the affection which may be her destiny and her enduring legacy. 

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