Pretty good, but the title is not appropriate. Gorgeous eligible duke is assigned to protect gorgeous eligible titled miss from a French plot. Suspense, romance, danger ensue.Male romantic lead: Duke of Claremont, leader of Young Corinthian spies,must protect Lady Lucinda from French plot, by his...
Reviewed by: JenBook purchased by ReviewerReview originally purchased at Romancing the BookReview: After having read The Devil in Disguise, I was torn if I wanted to continue on with this series. I was partially let down with Devil, but I reminded myself that it was Ms Sloane’s debut and things...
“Well now, Sully, you’ve seen it for yourself. Aye, it’s my own personal Jericho. Wouldn’t you agree?” The valet’s swarthy face remained unreadable, the lines around his eyes deepening as he squinted, his gaze focused on what lay below them. The cove’s blue water lapped at the hulls of fishing bo...
The door suddenly opened and one of the overgrown brothers appeared first, followed by Lady Westbridge and a second man, whose arm was wound tightly about the woman’s waist. She was pale though composed, a glacial calm in her eyes as she looked quickly up and down the street. She’d hardly aged in...
He wasn’t moving. Her horse lumbered past Reginald and Horatio, and Jane glanced quickly at them. Both horse and donkey appeared to be in one piece still—if somewhat dazed by their recent ordeal. Jane urged Fickle on. “Lucas!” she cried out, willing...
The servants were abed and all was quiet, the faint noise of his bare feet brushing against the Axminster carpet the only sound to be heard. Why had Miss Barnes taken dinner in her room? More specifically, why Miss Barnes? The answer to the second question would suffice for the first as well. Das...
Mouse exclaimed around a bite of stew. “You poked him just like one of those thugs Miss May pays to beat up customers when they won’t let loose of their money.” Confused, Nicholas and Singh stared at Mouse as they sat around the scrubbed kitchen table. The boy had not utte...
“I missed you today,” she told him.“And I, you,” he answered, the flickering light from his candlestick coming closer to where she lay, his bed linens pulled up and tucked beneath her chin. “The plans of men never do come together as quickly as one would prefer.”He set the candlestick down on the...