Infamous: 'Bridgerton's wild little sister. So much fun!' Sarra

Infamous: 'Bridgerton's wild little sister. So much fun!' Sarra

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22-year-old aspiring writer Edith 'Eddie' Miller and her best friend Rose have always done everything together-climbing trees, throwing grapes at boys, sneaking bottles of wine, practicing kissing . . . Now that they're out in society, Rose is suddenly talking about marriage, and Eddie is horrified. When Eddie meets charming, renowned poet - and rival to Lord Byron - Nash Nicholson, he invites her to his crumbling Gothic estate in the countryside. The entourage of eccentric artists indulging in pure hedonism is exactly what Eddie needs in order to finish her novel and make a name for herself. But Eddie might discover that trying to keep up with the literati isn't all poems and pleasure . . .

Author: Lex Croucher
Format: Paperback, 416 pages, 129mm x 197mm, 308 g
Published: 2022, Bonnier Books Ltd, United Kingdom
Genre: Historical & Mythological Fiction

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22-year-old aspiring writer Edith 'Eddie' Miller and her best friend Rose have always done everything together-climbing trees, throwing grapes at boys, sneaking bottles of wine, practicing kissing . . . Now that they're out in society, Rose is suddenly talking about marriage, and Eddie is horrified. When Eddie meets charming, renowned poet - and rival to Lord Byron - Nash Nicholson, he invites her to his crumbling Gothic estate in the countryside. The entourage of eccentric artists indulging in pure hedonism is exactly what Eddie needs in order to finish her novel and make a name for herself. But Eddie might discover that trying to keep up with the literati isn't all poems and pleasure . . .