The Actressand The Rake books

Carola Dunn

Miss! You said to wake you at four.” The soft, slow voice had vowels as broad as Yorkshire’s yet quite different. Nerissa drifted gently out of sleep. Who...?Where...? This wasn’t her narrow bed in the tiny back chamber in York. She sat up, bewildered, and rubbed her eyes. “I brung you tea, miss,...