Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Review: Saving It by Monica Murphy



Saving It

Author: Monica Murphy
Publisher: Entangled: Crush
Pages: ebook, 241 pages)
Genre: YA
Release Date: November 6th 2017



Summary:

Eden: Josh Evans and I have been best friends forever. He knows all my secrets, and I know all of his. So when he randomly asks me to help him lose his virginity, I sort of flip out. That’s a question that sends your mind to places you’ve seriously never considered before. Like, you know. Having sex. With your best friend. Except Josh doesn’t want to have sex with me—he wants me to help him find a girl. A nice girl who’s funny and smart and cute. Except he already knows a girl just like that…

Josh: Eden Sumner is my best friend. So of course she’d be the person to help me find my perfect match, so I can drop my V card before I head off to college. Except the more we search, the more I realize that maybe the right girl has been by my side all along. I don’t need Eden’s help in finding me a girl to love. I’m pretty sure I’m already in love with Eden. But now she thinks I’m only after one thing…with anyone but her.

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book is what happens when American Pie meets Friends with Benefits. It contains two best friends, plenty of angst, and lots and lots of sex talk. Reading this might have you looking at your best friend in a different light!




Review:


A super cute story about best friends discovering they might feel more for each other.

The story line is classic cute & fluffy. It has all the ups & downs required for a YA romance, the usual usual dramas but also the usual cutness.
The reason I liked this however: the character building. Especially Josh and his POV! He is super cute, funny and yummy BBF if you ask me. I enjoyed also getting to see his vulnerable side, his insecurities and also his internal battles. I really enjoyed the banter between Eden and Josh. Also their history and strong connection.
Eden is a strong female lead, who is really likable. I got her insecurities but also loved her quirkiness.
Also a factor I like about Eden, she is clear as what she wants but doesn't judge other about their actions. It's actually refreshing, because while most people don't slut shame openly, they somehow do. And on the flipside, if someone wants to "save it" it is considered rather old fashioned. Murphy takes a do what is right for stand and I love the way she did it. No judgement. Just stating different opinions.
The support cast is fun and does a good job at giving insight to Josh and Eden. I liked the way the friends supported each other, how they all want the best for each other. The love and care they have for each other, even beyond arguments and disagreements felt real and solid.

My only negative thing is the plot was too much the usual. I mean did we really need a big disagreement at 75%? The big swoony moment, though I did find the idea cute, made me cringe because it was done in public. Why? Couldn't he just do it in private? Same thing but just the two of them?
Also the issues that were built up during the whole book, felt a bit to conviniently solved. Again, I didn't mind the solution, but after all this stuff happens, everything just fell into place in a few pages. It made it feel rushed. Especially the issues between Josh and his dad.
I wish Murphy would have explored all the issues a bit more, given this a wee bit more depth..
The end super cute. I loved it. Honestly super cute & fluffy HEA, but I was swoony happy.

Cute & very enjoyable read.

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Monday, November 20, 2017

ARC Review: Head Coach by Lia Riley


Head Coach

Author: Lia Riley
Publisher: Avon Impulse
Series: Hellions Angels #2
Pages: Kindle Edition, 1st edition, 159 pages
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 21st 2017



Summary:

Neve Angel’s life is all work and no play, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. One of Denver’s top sports reporters, she's fought hard to make it in a male-dominated world, and she won’t back down from a fight with anyone–not even the Hellions’ gruff head coach, Tor Gunnar. Her hostile relationship with the icy Scandinavian is the stuff of local legend.

Tor Gunnar hates dealing with the media; at best, they are a nuisance and at worst, a distraction. And no one distracts him more than the scrappy, sexy reporter who gets him hot under the collar. When he wins a not-so-friendly bet with Neve, he decides it’s high time they either kiss or kill each other, and invites her as a date to an out-of-town wedding.

But what happens when enemies become lovers? Will they be able to smother their sizzling attraction, or is it time to start playing for keeps?




Review:

Head Coach was a fun read. I enjoyed it very much.
Lots of things to like. A fun cute & fluffy with some great chemistry thrown in.
I like this installment in the series much better than Mister Hockey.
The romance was just like in the first book a bit cliche and very vanilla.
But very enjoyable.

In this installment Riley went much more into the character building. Which is why I like Head Coach better than Mister Hockey.
We get to see old character, which was awesome. I was looking forward to reading Tor's story after MH, and I wasn't disappointed by his POV. While I found Nev at times exasperating, I did really connect with her.
My favorite part however were the group scenes. I loved the support cast and the interaction between friends and foe alike. Interesting dynamics set up two strong & flawed characters. Very well done!

Why only 3.5 Stars?
Well, there is the vanilla romance. But more than, that it's boasting a lot of rom-com cliches.
And then there is the plot. It's kinda predictable. I don't mind that so much. But there was this build-up, to poof being solved so conveniently. I mean way to conveniently.

While there is a thread going through and they are clearly set one after the other. The books work as standalone. Let me tell you however: read them both. They are a wonderful weekend treat!

I shall be trying to be patient until March 2018, because I can't wait to read the next instalment. It will be interesting for sure!


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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Blog Tour: THE FIRST KISS HYPOTHESIS BY CHRISTINA MANDELSKI






The First Kiss Hypothesis

Author: Christina Mandelski
Publisher: Entangled: Crush
Genre: YA
Release Date: November 6th 2017



Summary:

Nora Reid believes scientific laws control everything, even love. With her grandparents’epic first kiss story cemented in her brain, Nora develops a hypothesis she’s determined to prove:for each person in the world, there is exactly one other person, and at first kiss, they’ll experience an immediate and intense reaction.

But after four years of zero-reaction kisses, she comes up with a new theory: maybe that pesky crush on her stunningly hot best friend Eli Costas is skewing her results.

She needs to get rid of him, and fast.

Eli Costas is an injury-prone lacrosse star with a problem—the one chance he had at winning over the girl next door resulted in the most epically sucktastic first kiss ever. And now she’s...trying to get rid of him? Hell no. It’s time to disprove her theory and show her exactly what she’s missing.

Game. On.

Disclaimer: This book contains a stunningly hot lacrosse player who isn’t above playing dirty to win over the stubborn girl-next-door of his dreams.





Review:

The First Kiss Hypothesis is a perfect cute & fluffy. It has a interesting, sporty & sweet hero and a fun, intelligent, likable heroine.
This is the first novel I read by Madelski, I really enjoyed her writing style and her wit. While she doesn't dwell too much on issues, she does dig deep enough to give it some weight. It's not just fluff, there is a wee bit more to this.
The story line is swoony, sweet and fun. I mean the outcome is kinda clear. But the ride there is thoroughly enjoyable.
The past part however for me was the character building. I loved the dual POV. I like Nora. Though until about halfway or so, I couldn't relate to her stupid outlandish theory. But with time, I could see her fears, and not only got where she was coming from I related to her. My heart broke for her...
Eli? Well I simply adore him. He is just what I would want in a book boy friend (if we talking 17yr olds lol) Hot, a sporty, sweet, insightful (most of the time, when he isn't clueless like every male out there) passionate and funny. I loved his POV. Totally fangirling here. He had me from the get-go. And while there were moments, where I thought, why doesn't he bloody do something, I am a fan. I am swooning.
Now having done my fangirling act, let's take a quick look why this isn't a 5Star book for me:
I like that it is in some ways unique- but let's face it it's your classic cute & fluffy mostly. Very very enjoyable, but no-one is re-inventing the wheel here.
Though I did like the storyline, the last couple of chapters were just too convenient. We had this huge build up and then...Boom! Everything falls into place. Done. Well actually there is the epilogue which is why this is wasn't 3.5Stars. Because let's face it, it is awesome and a great finish.

A perfect read for an autumn afternoon, when you feel like something cute & fluffy. It will make you laugh, disappeared and yearn. I don't think I was ever so desperately waiting for a kiss, like ever.

Rating: 

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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Blog Tour: The Right Kind of Rogue by Valerie Bowman





The Right Kind of Rogue

Author: Valerie Bowman
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Series: Playful Brides #8
Pages: Mass Market Paperback, 305 pages
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: October 31st 2017



Summary:

Can two star-crossed lovers come together―until death do they part?


Viscount Hart Highgate has decided to put his rakish ways behind him and finally get married. He may adore a good brandy or a high-speed carriage race, but he takes his duties as heir to the earldom seriously. Now all he has to do is find the right kind of woman to be his bride―ideally, one who’s also well-connected and well-funded. . .

Meg Timmons has loved Hart, the brother of her best friend, ever since she was an awkward, blushing schoolgirl. If only she had a large dowry―or anything to her name at all. Instead, she’s from a family that’s been locked in a bitter feud with Hart’s for years. And now she’s approaching her third London season, Meg’s chances with him are slim to none. Unless a surprise encounter on a deep, dark night could be enough to spark a rebellious romance. . .for all time?




About the Author:

VALERIE BOWMAN grew up in Illinois with six sisters (she’s number seven) and a huge supply of historical romance novels. After a cold and snowy stint earning a degree in English with a minor in history at Smith College, she moved to Florida the first chance she got. Valerie now lives in Jacksonville with her family including her mini-schnauzer, Huckleberry. When she’s not writing, she keeps busy reading, traveling, or vacillating between watching crazy reality TV and PBS. She is the author of the Secret Brides and Playful Brides series.




Review:

The Right Kind of Rogue had the right kind of mixture of playful and cute with a dash of exasperating which made this a fun read.
Being the 8th book in the Playful Brides series. Each book can stand on it's own, which I really like. There are several characters, who reappear however. I haven't read all of the books yet. I will most likely read them all at some point.
The main one in this book is Lucy Hunt, Duchess of Clarington (from Playful Brides #1). I do like her, though she is terribly meddlesome. And frankly while I find it funny and entertaining to read, in this issue I just wanted to tell her to back the hell off.

The storyline is kinda (okay pretty much) predictable, it the same as many historical romances with this type of heros. And I found myself exasperated with the MCs at times, especially Hart. But all in all I did enjoy it, not matter how cliche or exasperating.

The reason for this is the writing style. Bowman has it down to an art, to throw in just the right amount of annoyment, the right amount of chemistry, and ties it all up in her playful and effervescent writing style. It's fun to read. Thoroughly entertaining.

My only issue is that Hart was a bit spineless.. and I wanted to shake some action into him. He behaves like a spoilt child half of the book. I couldn't really see what Meg saw in him at first. I did change my mind about him and most of all I enjoyed their chemistry.
Meg is sweet and very likable. She has integrity and is very loyal. She made reading the book a pleasure.

I should mention that these books aren't historically very accurate. But for me this doesn't really matter. They are my historical cute & fluffy romp, well written and thoroughly entertaining.

Looking forward to the next installment, which will be about Grimaldi (woot woot)
Sadly it's due only in May 2018 - guess until then I can catch up with the rest of the books in the series...


Rating: 


Q&A with Valerie Bowman

1.Tell us about your newest release.

The Right Kind of a Rogue is a Regency retelling of Romeo and Juliet only with a matchmaking duchess, a destitute debutante, and a much happier ending.


2. How long have you been writing?

I began writing on June 3rd, 2007. I remember because I told myself that day that if I was going to try to write a book, I wouldn’t stop until I got published. I’m happy to report that I did it!

3. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?

Lisa Kleypas is an author who has been a huge influence on me. I love her books. As for friends, I love Anne Barton, Ashlyn Macnamara, Erin Knightley, and Sara Ramsay. We all started together and they’re the best.

4. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

I also love traveling, reading, and watching crazy reality TV.

5. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?

I’m writing the next book in the Playful Brides series. There will be eleven total and I’m almost finished. It’s been such a fun series to write. Every book is based on a famous play.

6. How can readers connect with you online?

I’m online at www.ValerieBowmanBooks.com . I’m also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ValerieBowmanAuthor and on Twitter at @ValerieGBowman. I also have a Pinterest page with pictures of the Playful Brides characters.

7. Who was your childhood hero?

I have to admit, I always wanted to be one of Charlie’s Angels. Or Marie Osmond.

8. Out of all your work, who is your favourite character and why?

Lucy Hunt, who is featured prominently in The Right Kind of Rogue, is definitely one of my favorites to revisit time and again. Her book is the first of the Playful Brides series and she’s a fun character to write.

9. Where does your inspiration for your books come from?

All sorts of things. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an idea. Sometimes I think of it when I’m driving. I’m always trying to pay attention to good ideas.

10. What three tips would you pass on to an aspiring author?

Join a writing group like Romance Writers of America. Read craft books and/or attend writing workshops. Find other writers. No one understands like they do.

11. If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, from any era)

I’d invite Lorelei Gilmore, Jane Austen, and Oprah.

12. What is your all-time favourite naughty but nice food?

Chocolate cake

13. How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?

Racy Regency Romps!

14. What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?

I’m writing a contemporary romantic comedy called Hiring Mr. Darcy. I plan to finish it by the end of the year.

15. Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?

It can be both. Sometimes it feels like I’m taking dictation from heaven. Sometimes it feels like I can’t write another word to save my life. It depends on the day and the story.

16. Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time?

Oh, I’d be over in England in a hot minute and I’d spend the entire year researching and enjoying the country. I love it there!

17. Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?

The Playful Brides book I’m writing now is going to have a hot Bow Street Runner and a lady who wants him to do her a favor and take her virginity.


Excerpt:

 CHAPTER TWO 
“How in Hades’s name can you drink at this hour of the morning, Highgate?” 
Hart tossed back his brandy, swallowed, and laughed at his brother-in-law’s words. The two sat across from each other at Brooks’s gentlemen’s club. It was decidedly before noon. The only reason Hart was up at this hour was because he’d promised to meet Lord Christian Berkeley. His brother-in-law rarely asked for favors and Hart suspected this meeting was his sister Sarah’s doing, but he would humor the viscount just the same. 
“Berkeley, old chap, you don’t know the half of it.” Hart clapped the viscount on the back. “Helps with the devil of a head left over from last night, don’t ya know?” 
Berkeley lifted his teacup to his lips. “No. I don’t. But I’ll take your word for it.” 
That reply only made Hart laugh harder, which made his head hurt more. Hart liked his brother-in-law a great deal, but the man was decidedly humdrum when it came to amusements. Berkeley rarely drank, rarely smoked, and preferred to spend his time at his estate in the north of England or his hunting lodge in Scotland. Berkeley enjoyed quiet pursuits like reading or carving things out of wood much more than the amusements London had to offer. But Viscount Berkeley was a good man and one who clearly adored Hart’s sister, and that was what mattered. 
The viscount had gone so far as to dramatically interrupt Sarah’s wedding to a pompous marquess and claim her for himself, thereby not only proving his commitment to Sarah but also saving Hart from having the self-involved Marquess of Branford as a brother-in-law. Overall it had been quite a fortunate turn of events for everyone. Everyone except Hart and Sarah’s enraged, thwarted parents, that is. 
Berkeley tugged at his cravat. “How are your—ahem— parents getting on?” 
Hart cracked a smile. “Still angry, of course, even after all these months. You and Sarah made a good decision, staying up north for the winter. Gave Father and Mother time to calm down.” His father’s anger at having a scandal mar his family name and his daughter marry a mere viscount as opposed to a marquess who had the ear of the Prince Regent had barely abated over the winter, but no need to tell Berkeley as much. 
Berkeley leaned back in his chair and crossed one silk-stockinged ankle over an immaculately creased knee, his hands lightly clutching the arms of his chair. He shook his head. “They’re not calmed down, are they?” 
“A bit.” Hart stopped a footman and ordered another brandy. “Don’t worry. They’ll be civil when they see you. For Sarah’s sake.” 
“Well, that’s something. Are you seriously ordering another drink?” 
“Are you seriously surprised?” Hart scratched his rough cheek. He’d been running late and hadn’t bothered to ask his usually drunken valet to shave him this morning. For Christ’s sake, that man drank more than he did. Not exactly someone he wanted near his throat with a straight razor. “Besides I have quite a good reason to drink today.” 
“Really?” Berkeley tugged at his cuff. Ever since Sarah had taught him how to dress properly, the viscount was much more attentive to his clothing. He was downright dapper these days. “Why is that?” 
“I’m getting married.” Hart emitted a groan to accompany those incomprehensible words. 
Berkeley’s brows shot up. He set down his cup and placed a hand behind his ear. “Pardon? I must have heard you incorrectly. I thought you said married.” 
The footman returned with the drink and Hart snatched it from the man’s gloved hand and downed nearly half of it in a single gulp. “I did,” he muttered through clenched teeth, wincing. 
“You? Married?” Berkeley’s brow remained steadfastly furrowed, and he blinked as if the word were foreign. 
“Me. Married.” Hart gave a firm nod before taking another fortifying gulp of brandy. 
“Ahem, who is the, uh, fortunate lady?” Berkeley lifted his cup back to his lips and took a long gulp, as if needing the hot drink to banish his astonishment. 
“I haven’t the first idea.” Hart shook his head. He was giving serious thought to the notion of ordering a third brandy. Would that be bad form? Probably. 
“Now you’re simply confusing me,” Berkeley said with an unmistakable smile on his face. With his free hand, he pulled the morning’s copy of the Times from the tabletop next to him and scanned the headlines. 
Hart took another sip of brandy and savored it this time. “I haven’t made any decisions as to the chit yet. I’ve merely announced to Father that this is the year I intend to find a bride. The idea of marriage has always made my stomach turn. After all, if my parents’ imperfect union is anything by which to gauge the institution, it’s a bloody nightmare.” 
“Why the change of heart?” Berkeley asked. 
Hart scrubbed a hand through his hair. The truth was, he wasn’t less sickened by the prospect of marriage these days, but he couldn’t avoid the institution forever. At some point he’d have to put the parson’s noose firmly around his own throat and pull. Wives were fickle, and marriages meant little other than the exchange of money and property. His own father had announced that fact on more than one occasion. His parents treated each other like unhappy strangers, and his father had made it clear that they were anything but in love. That, Hart supposed, was his fate. To live a life as his parents had in the pursuit of procreating and producing the next future Earl of Highfield. So be it, but was it any wonder he’d been putting it off? 
“Seeing Sarah marry had more of an effect on me than I expected,” Hart admitted, frowning at his notquite-empty glass. “And if you ever tell anyone I said that, I’ll call you out.” He looked at Berkeley and grinned again. 
“You have my word,” Berkeley replied with a nod. “But may I ask how it affected you?” 
Hart pushed himself back in the large leather chair and crossed his booted feet at the ankles. “I started thinking about it all, you know? Life, marriage, children, family. I expect you and Sarah will be having a child soon, and by God I’d like my children to grow up knowing their kin. My cousin Nicole was quite close to Sarah and me when we were children. Nicole’s marriage isn’t one to emulate, either. She hasn’t even seen her husband in years. Last I heard, she’s living somewhere in France, childless. By God, perhaps I should rethink this.” Hart pulled at his cravat. The bloody thing was nearly choking him what with all of this talk of marriage. 
Berkeley leaned back in his seat, mirroring Hart. “Perhaps you should focus on the positive aspects of marriage. I assure you, there are many.” 
“Believe me, I’m trying,” Hart continued, reminding himself for the hundredth time of the reasons why he’d finally come to this decision. God knew it hadn’t been an easy one. “Whether I like it or not, it’s time for me to choose a bride. Sarah is my younger sister. While she wasn’t married, it all seemed like fun and games, but now, well, seems everyone is tying the proverbial knot these days what with Owen Monroe and Rafe Cavendish marrying. Even Rafe’s twin, Cade, has fallen to the parson’s noose.” 
Just this morning when Hart had woken with a splitting head for the dozenth time in as many days, he’d thought yet again how he needed to stop being so reckless. He wasn’t able to bounce back from a night of debauchery nearly as quickly as he used to when he was at university. Seeing Sarah marry had made him consider his duties, his responsibilities, and his . . . age. For the love of God, he was nearly thirty. That thought alone was enough to make him want another brandy. It was his duty to sire the next Earl of Highfield, and duty meant something to him. What else mattered if he didn’t respect his duty? Hadn’t that been hammered into his head since birth by his father, along with all the dire warnings not to choose the wrong wife? 
“It’s true that several marriages have taken place lately in our set of friends,” Berkeley replied, still leisurely perusing the paper while sipping tea. “But I thought you were immune to all of that, Highgate.” 
“I have been.” Hart sighed again. “But I’ve finally decided it’s time to get to it.” 
Berkeley raised his teacup in salute. “Here’s to the future Lady Highfield. May she be healthy, beautiful, and wise.” 
“Thank you,” Hart replied. He tugged at his pythonlike cravat again. 
Berkeley regarded Hart down the length of his nose. “Any ladies catch your fancy?” 
Hart shook his head. He braced an elbow on the table beside them and set his chin on his fist. “No. That’s the problem. I’m uncertain where to begin.” 
Berkeley let the paper drop to his lap. “What sort of lady are you looking for?” 
Hart considered the question for a moment. What sort of lady, indeed? “She’ll need to be reasonable, well connected, clever, witty, a happy soul. Someone who is honest, and forthright, and who isn’t marrying me only for my title. Someone who doesn’t nag and has an indecently large dowry, of course. Father puts great stock in such things. Not to mention if I’m going to be legshackled, I might as well get a new set of horses out of the bargain. I’m thinking a set of matching grays and a new coach.” 
“Oh, that’s not much of a list,” Berkeley said with a snort. “
I don’t expect the search to be a simple one, or a quick one.” The truth was Hart had no earthly idea who he was looking for. He only knew who he wasn’t looking for . . . someone like his mother. Or the treacherous Annabelle Cardiff. He wanted the exact opposite. 
Berkeley tossed the paper back onto the tabletop. “Knowing your father’s decided opinions on such matters, I’m surprised he hasn’t provided you with a list of eligible females from which you may choose.” 
Hart rolled his eyes. “He has. He’s named half a dozen ladies he would gladly accept.”
Berkeley inclined his head to the side. “Why don’t you choose one of them then?” 
Hart gave his brother-in-law an are-you-quite-serious look, chin tucked down, head tilted to the side. “I’m bloody well not about to allow my father to choose a bride for me. Besides, after seeing you and Sarah, I hold out some hope of finding a lady with whom I’m actually compatible.” 
“Why, Highgate, do you mean . . . love?” Berkeley grinned and leaned forward in mock astonishment. 
“Let’s not go that far.” Hart took another sip of his quickly dwindling brandy. That’s precisely what confused him so much. He knew love matches existed. He’d witnessed one in his sister’s marriage. On the other hand, her choice had so enraged his parents, they still hadn’t forgiven her. Hart didn’t intend to go about the business of finding a wife in quite so dramatic a fashion. Love matches attracted drama. However, his parents’ unhappy union was nothing to aspire to, and he’d nearly made the mistake of marrying a woman who wanted nothing more than title and fortune before. It was a tricky business, the marriage mart, but he’d rather take advice from Sarah and Berkeley than his father. The proof of the pudding was in the eating, after all. 
Berkeley laughed. “What if you fall madly in love and become a devoted husband? Jealous even. Now, that would be a sight.” 
“Jealous? That’s not possible.” Hart grinned back at Berkeley. “I’ve never been jealous. Don’t have it in me. My friends at university used to tease me about it. No ties to any particular lady. No regrets.” He settled back in his chair and straightened his cravat, which was tighter than ever. 
“We’ll see.” Berkeley took another sip of tea. His eyes danced with amusement. 
“I was hoping you and Sarah might help me this Season. 
Sarah knows most of the young ladies. She also knows me as well as anyone does. Not to mention, the two of you seem to have got the thing right.” 
Berkeley glanced up. “Why, Highgate, is that a compliment on our marriage?”
“Take it as you will.” Hart waved a noncommittal hand in the air. He avoided meeting Berkeley’s eyes. 
Berkeley settled further into his chair. “I shall take it as a compliment, then. I have a feeling Sarah would like nothing more than to help you with such an endeavor. She fancies herself a matchmaker these days.” 
“Will you two be staying in London for the Season?” 
“Yes. Sarah wants to stay and I, of course, will support her, at least as long as I can remain in the same town as your father without him calling me out.” A smirk settled on Berkeley’s face. 
Hart eyed the remaining liquid in his glass. “I’ll be happy to play the role of peacemaker to the best of my ability.” 
“I’m glad to hear that.” Berkeley inclined his head toward his brother-in-law. 
“Who else is Sarah matchmaking for?” Hart sloshed the brandy in the bottom of the glass. 
“She’s not merely matchmaking. No. To hear her tell it, she has an important mission this Season.”
Hart set down the glass and pulled another section of the Times off the table and began scanning it. He’d talked enough about marriage for one day. Odious topic. “A mission? What mission?” he asked, merely to be polite. 
“To find Meg Timmons a husband.” 
Hart startled in surprise, grasping the paper so tightly it tore in the middle. Tossing it aside, he reached for his glass and gulped the last of his brandy. 
Meg Timmons. He knew Meg Timmons. She was Sarah’s closest friend, the daughter of his father’s mortal enemy, and a woman with whom Hart had experienced an incident last summer that he’d been seriously trying to forget. 


Copyright © 2017 by Valerie Bowman and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.




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