Friday, December 16, 2016
The third book in The Season's Original Series is a must read. Vivienne knows how to keep the reader captivated and reading late into the night. Max and Juliet's story was worth waiting for. I really loved the back and forth witty dialogue and the love scenes were steamy. Most of all I loved the way Max treated Juliet, he was always thoughtful, patient and the kind of handsome Gentleman that we all secretly wish for.
It was great to see how the characters in the first two books were doing and I cannot wait for the next one in the series. Hopefully Gemma will find someone to love.
I recommend this book whole heartily.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
She’s the Hellion of Hyde Park…
A foolproof plan to avoid marriage:
1. Always carry at least three blades.
2. Ride circles around any man.
3. Never get caught in a handsome duke’s arms.
Wild Highlander Mary Elizabeth Waters is living on borrowed time. She’s managed to dodge the marriage banns up to now, but even Englishmen can only be put off for so long…and there’s one in particular who has her in his sights.
Harold Percy, Duke of Northumberland, is enchanted by the beautiful hellion who outrides every man on his estate and dances Scottish reels while the ton looks on in horror. The more he sees Mary, the more he knows he has to have her, tradition and good sense be damned. But what’s a powerful man to do when the Highland spitfire of his dreams has no desire to be tamed...
Harry had just begun to find his rhythm as he dug up the parterre rosebushes so that Simmons might plant them along the east-facing wall when he heard a thump and a curse that belonged on the docks or perhaps on one of his ships at sea.
“Damn and blast it!” the girl said again. “Now I’ve ruined another gown, and Ma won’t give me an allowance for any more.”
He looked up then from his work, knowing what he would find, for it seemed he knew the girl’s sultry voice already.
His siren from the carriage an hour earlier had wandered back into his domain, and had fallen in one of the holes left by the vacated rosebushes, her pink traveling gown covered in a long streak of ochre. He sighed, the last vestige of his peace falling away like the last bit of an orange peel. He watched it go, then turned to the lady, expecting tears at the very least, followed by sniffling and the need for his filthy handkerchief.
He wondered for one benighted moment if the girl had heard from the staff that the Recluse Duke was in the garden and, as a result, had come hunting him. His flesh began to cool, both from horror and from the sea wind touching the sweat on his shoulders. He wished for his waistcoat, which he had abandoned somewhere in the stables hours before, just as he wished for his friend Clyde to appear and occupy this woman with charm while Harry affected his escape.
Harry reminded himself that he was a gentleman and reluctantly started to help the girl out of her hole, when she straightened her skirt and leaped out of it on her own, apparently unscathed.
“Are you the blighter who left this gaping chasm so close to the path?” she asked.
Harry blinked and nodded. “I am.”
She seemed to want to say more, but perhaps she was remembering that she was a lady, for she drew a breath and let it out on one long exhale. “Well,” she said. “And this is what comes of letting a stable boy get into the garden. Hand me that shovel there, and be quick about it, before your head gardener sees this mess.”
He blinked and obeyed, and then watched as she filled the hole in the space of five minutes, layering the soil loosely so that it might breathe, then packing down the top with a flourish. She found the bag of crushed seashells bleached white sitting close by, and she covered the hole with a liberal amount of those, so that the next person who happened by might not trip as she had done.
Until he stood by and watched a beautiful woman fill a hole in the garden, the skirt of her gown pulled tight over a delightfully rounded behind as she worked, Harry would have said that he was a civilized man. Something was clearly wrong with him, for he had not fled, nor had he offered to assist her.
“I ought to have helped,” he said as she finished.
She leaned on her shovel and surveyed her work with what he could only assume was pleasure. His siren tipped her head back and took in the slanting rays of the afternoon sun on her skin. The summer days were long in the North, but the sun was cool. She seemed to drink it in like mead, before she turned her smile on him.
“And ruin a fine job?” she said. “I think not. You’re better off with the horses. Has his Royal Grace the Duke too few men to work for him, that a decent man of horses finds himself shifting among the flowers, then?”
Harry had never heard himself referred to in such a blasé yet disrespectful manner. He felt a frisson of irritation. He thought of revealing himself to this girl then and there.
But her curls were falling from their pins in a delightful disarray, catching the light of the sun with hints of honey brown and gold buried in them. She had the coloring his mother once had, when he was still a boy in short pants.
He put aside all thoughts of his mother and her plans for him, as his day had as yet been a pleasant one. He did not want to think of his mother and of all he had promised her.
Instead, he turned to the girl and offered her his arm.
“Might I escort you back to the house?”
“God forbid! I just escaped from there.”
“I am told the house is very fine,” he said, feeling slightly miffed.
She laughed at him. Her laughter was warm and sultry, as her voice was, but completely free, as if she were a courtesan who had been born into the wrong life. His siren did not seem to notice that he had not spoken again, nor did she seem to care for anything he might have said. She stopped laughing at last and handed the shovel to Simmons, who had appeared out of the bushes at the sound of her mirth.
“I’m off to find the sea, but I thank you.” She nodded to Simmons, who bowed to her. She frowned to see him do it, a bit of darkness coming into the maple brown of her eyes. But she rallied at once, so quickly that Harry was not certain he had seen the shadow at all.
“Try not to fall in a ditch on your way back to the stables.”
She sauntered off then, her rounded derriere swaying. Harry stood staring after her like a fool, not even offering her a farewell. He felt the eyes of his man heavy on him, and Harry shrugged to Simmons before he took off after her.
5 copies of How to Seduce a Scot
Ever since Christy English picked up a fake sword in stage combat class at the age of fourteen, she has lived vicariously through the sword-wielding women of her imagination. A banker by day and a writer by night, she loves to eat chocolate, drink too many soft drinks, and walk the mountain trails of her home in North Carolina.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
I really enjoyed this book by Charis. I read the first one in the series, I like this one more. The brothers in both the first book and this one are fascinating characters that had many challenges growing up due to their wastrel parents.
Emmaline the Dowager Duchess of Ticking is all of 23 years old and was married to a man more than 50 years older than her. She thought the move to the Dower house would allow her and her autistic brother more freedom and peace. The new Duke wants the money that her parents left in a trust to take care of her brother and will stop at nothing to get it.
Beauregard Rainsleigh is now a Viscount who wants nothing to do with the title. His brother Bryson had it first until it was discovered that Beau was actually the first born son and Bryson is the son of his father and a servant. Beau lives on a decrepit boat by himself and refuses all attempts by family and friends to take up the Title.
When Beau and Emmaline meet there is instant attraction. Although they both have plans to escape England and the entanglements that they have, they cannot deny the feelings they have for each other. When a crisis arises that will take Emmaline's brother away from her, can Beau live up the the challenge or will he run away like he has been doing his whole life.
I have to admit that I liked Bryson in the first book more than Beauregard in this book at the beginning, but as the story progresses he turns into the hero that Emmaline needs. Charis writes a lovely book with memorable characters (including the secondary characters). The pace of the plot was good and the story was unique and creative.
Sunday, December 11, 2016
I loved Hamish, a tough Scot who didn't know he had soft spots until he me Megan. Megan is a Windham female, which says she is strong, smart and stubborn. When a unscrupulous so called Gentleman blackmails Megan for a mistake that she regrets deeply, and would, so she thinks ruin her family, Hamish to the Rescue.
This is a book that is a must read. Now I am going to have to go back and read all the Windham novels. If this book is any indication, I will enjoy reading her others. I recommend this book whole heartily.