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An Apothecary John Rawlings Georgian mystery - Apothecary John Rawlings has travelled to Devon to be by the side of his mistress, Elizabeth di Lorenzi, who is due to give birth to their child. Leaving his shop – and his new carbonated water business – in good hands, John is presented with a surprise on his arrival at Sidmouth Bay. While Elizabeth is recuperating, he learns that Lady Sidmouth’s daughter, Miranda, is to marry the elderly Earl of St Austell, who is fifty-four years her senior and has a cruel reputation. As the wedding day approaches, John feels increasingly uneasy, and before too long his worst forebodings are realized . . .
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John Rawlings Mysteries: Death at the Wedding Feast, Deryn Lake
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- 2011
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- Title
- John Rawlings Mysteries: Death at the Wedding Feast
- Language
- English
- Authors
- Deryn Lake
- Publisher
- Severn House
- Released
- 2011
- Format
- Hardcover
- Pages
- 213
- ISBN10
- 0727880861
- ISBN13
- 9780727880864
- Series
- Tags
- Fiction, Mystery & Thriller, Historical Fiction, Mystery Novels, Suspense, British Literature, England, Great Britain, Historical Mystery, Pharmacists
- Rating
- 3.6 out of 5
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- An Apothecary John Rawlings Georgian mystery - Apothecary John Rawlings has travelled to Devon to be by the side of his mistress, Elizabeth di Lorenzi, who is due to give birth to their child. Leaving his shop – and his new carbonated water business – in good hands, John is presented with a surprise on his arrival at Sidmouth Bay. While Elizabeth is recuperating, he learns that Lady Sidmouth’s daughter, Miranda, is to marry the elderly Earl of St Austell, who is fifty-four years her senior and has a cruel reputation. As the wedding day approaches, John feels increasingly uneasy, and before too long his worst forebodings are realized . . .