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357 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 18, 2012
His irritation returned. “I’m sorry, but do I know you?�
She looked crestfallen. “I saw you at the Countess of Dunford’s luncheon only a week ago.�
“Did we speak?�
“Well, no.�
“I don’t remember.� He’d been far too in his cups to remember much of that day at all, anyway.
“We also met a week and a day ago at the Melton house party.�
He’d spent most of that evening in the library with the men, planning a hunting party for the next day. “I’m sorry, but I don’t—�
“The Farquhars� soiree?�
He shook his head.
“The MacEnnis Ball? The Earl of Stratham’s dinner party?�
He shook his head at each.
I can’t allow him to get bored, or he’ll leave and my chance will be gone. But what will interest him?
She knew, too, that every time he was in a room, her sixteen-year-old heart thudded like that of a bird newly caught in a cage.
It was beating like that now, but she knew better than to let him see her nervousness. Lord Sin usually spoke only to older, more worldly women. Women who moved with a self-possession and outspokenness that earned them the scowls of other women, but the admiration of men like him.
And suddenly, that was the exact sort of woman Rose desperately wanted to be.
“It’s too bad we’re at this ball now. There are other things we could be doing instead.� Like riding through the park, for she loved horses as much as he did. Or, if they could escape her aunt’s vigilant eye, walking through the gardens, where they might slip away and share a kiss. Her heart fluttered at the thought.
�Other things, Miss Balfour?� He returned her smile, an odd glint in his eye. “I would like that, too.�
Wherever it had, he apparently found it worth noticing, for his gaze was suddenly intense. “You enjoy sin, my dear Miss Balfour?�
“Who doesn’t?� she retorted, getting more and more drunk off her own bravery. She borrowed a line from the church service she and Aunt Lettice had attended last Sunday. “We’re all sinners in one way or another, aren’t we?�
Finally, she gave a short nod. “Very well. You may attempt to seduce me. I can’t promise to succumb, but it’s only fair that you be allowed the attempt.�
Sin didn’t know whether to laugh or—hell, he didn’t know what to do. “Miss Balfour, you seem to be suffering under the illusion that you have a say in the matter. I will not attempt to seduce you. I will do it.�
She smiled kindly. “We will see, won’t we? Meanwhile, feel free to seduce away. At the least, it will give you something to do other than moan about the past, which you seem sadly given to.�
Her audacity was like the icy strike of hail.
She pulled her gaze back to him. “Fortunately, I can’t lose; I have the lucky red mallet.�
“And I have the lucky green one. I fear one of our mallets is bound for disappointment.�
She kindly patted his arm. “It won’t be mine.�
She liked a man who looked like a man, one with broad shoulders and muscled arms.
“Financial standing, a social position beyond what she has now, and a husband to dote upon her every wish. What more could she ask for?"Tolerable. Karen Hawkins is a better writer than most of the historical romance writers I have found these days. She writes like she enjoys writing. This is the first book I have read by her, and I will give her another chance with next in the series. Humorous situations, though not laugh out loud funny. Doesn't have the wit or the voice of some of my favorites, but she is one of the better writers in a genre I have grown weary of. Unfortunately, she follows the same hackneyed romance formula as most of her sister writers do. By page 30, X has to happen; by page 75 xx has to happen etc., etc. I had to skip through the last third of the book. This book was flawed by a silly and immature hero who was also kind of a jerk. When he threw our heroine in a lake because she dared best him in a contest and then accused her of cheating, I almost quit the thing. Still, she is engaging.
"Maybe youth. Vigor. Teeth."
"Lord Cameron has his own teeth." Margaret narrowed her eyes at the other candidate. "I'm not so certain about Munro. They seemed somewhat clacky at dinner, so I'm suspicious.�