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The year is 1872. The place is Wigan, England, a coal town where rich mine owners live lavishly alongside miners no better than slaves. Into this dark complicated world comes Jonathan Blair, who has accepted a commission to find a missing man. As he begins his search every road leads back to one woman, a haughty, vixenish pit girl named Rose. With her fiery hair and skirts pinned up over trousers, she cares nothing for a society that calls her unnatural, scandalous, erotic. As Rose and Blair circle one another, first warily, then with the heat of mutual desire, Blair loses his balance. And the lull induced by Rose's sensual touch leaves him unprepared for the bizarre, soul scorching truth. . .
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Rose, Martin Cruz Smith
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- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1997
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- Titel
- Rose
- Sprache
- Englisch
- Autor*innen
- Martin Cruz Smith
- Verlag
- Ballantine
- Erscheinungsdatum
- 1997
- Einband
- Paperback
- Seitenzahl
- 384
- ISBN10
- 034539044X
- ISBN13
- 9780345390448
- Reihe
- Schlagwörter
- Belletristik, Krimi & Thriller, Historische Romane, Krimi, Liebe, Thriller, Britische Literatur, Klassische Krimis, England, Afrika, Historische Krimis, Aristokratie, Adel, Bergbau
- Originaltitel
- Rose
- Bewertung
- 3,75 von 5 Sternen
- Beschreibung
- The year is 1872. The place is Wigan, England, a coal town where rich mine owners live lavishly alongside miners no better than slaves. Into this dark complicated world comes Jonathan Blair, who has accepted a commission to find a missing man. As he begins his search every road leads back to one woman, a haughty, vixenish pit girl named Rose. With her fiery hair and skirts pinned up over trousers, she cares nothing for a society that calls her unnatural, scandalous, erotic. As Rose and Blair circle one another, first warily, then with the heat of mutual desire, Blair loses his balance. And the lull induced by Rose's sensual touch leaves him unprepared for the bizarre, soul scorching truth. . .