Gareth: Lord of Rakes (Lonely Lords Series #6)

Gareth: Lord of Rakes (Lonely Lords Series #6)

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by Grace Burrowes
     
 

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She's caught between a rake and certain ruin...

Felicity Worthington's only hope of avoiding poverty—or worse—is to accept her distant cousin's dubious bequest... a thriving, high-class brothel. Felicity has 90 days to convince her cousin's solicitors that Gareth Alexander has taught her the art of pleasing a man, though she's more

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She's caught between a rake and certain ruin...

Felicity Worthington's only hope of avoiding poverty—or worse—is to accept her distant cousin's dubious bequest... a thriving, high-class brothel. Felicity has 90 days to convince her cousin's solicitors that Gareth Alexander has taught her the art of pleasing a man, though she's more interested in the gentleman she glimpses beneath Gareth's debauched airs, than in the rake he's become.

In the business of love...How much should he teach her?

Gareth Alexander, Marquis of Heathgate, has little incentive to help a spinster learn to manage a brothel—except that the alternatives for the prim, pretty Miss Worthington are even worse. His resistance to teaching Felicity how to be a madam leaves Gareth wondering if the honor he'd thought long dead still survives, and if that honor allows him to yield to the lady's ruinous scheme... and to their shared desires.

Once you enter the lush Regency world of award-winning New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes, you'll never want to leave.

The Lonely Lords series:
Darius (Book 1)
Beckman (Book 2)
Ethan (Book 3)
Nicholas (Book 4)
Gabriel (Book 5)
Gareth (Book 6)
Andrew (Book 7)
Douglas (Book 8)
David (Book 9)

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Burrowes has done a great job in keeping both her world and her characters honest... a beautiful read. " - BTS eMagazine

"If you are looking for a series of tormented men and the women who torment them a bit more, before bringing them the joy they deserve, [the Lonely Lords] are the books for you." - First Page to the Last

"Grace Burrowes never disappoints and constantly manages to surprise me with the level of depth she manages to infuse into every story." - Be My Bard?

"GARETH is one impressive and fabulous read!" - CK2's Kwips & Kritiques

"Absolutely lovely... a brilliant historical romance. " - Imagine a World

"Sizzling sexy... the miracle of love and the magic of Grace Burrowes' writing come together to create an escape into the Regency world where romance finds a way against tremendous odds. " - Long and Short Reviews

"Frisson aplenty, steamy romance and more. Good reading!" - Eyes.2c Reviews

"The steam and sensuality was scrumptious, and the slow-building love between Gareth and Felicity was perfect." - The Romanceaholic

" Another wonderfully written story of redemption that is full of humor, secrets and action." - Uunder the Boardwalk

"A beautiful regency romance. Again, another stellar book by Ms. Burrowes." - Romancing the Book

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781402278631
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
11/05/2013
Series:
Lonely Lords Series, #6
Pages:
384
Sales rank:
547,334
Product dimensions:
4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.20(d)

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Gareth


By Grace Burrowes

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Copyright © 2013 Grace Burrowes
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ISBN: 978-1-4022-7864-8


CHAPTER 1

"A Young Person to see you, milord."

The old butler's very lack of expression was eloquent: beyond doubt, a lady — unchaperoned and uninvited — awaited Gareth Alexander, Marquess of Heathgate, in the smaller formal drawing room.

Again.

Gareth walked into the drawing room still dressed in riding attire. That in itself was a bit of rudeness, but merciful saints, what could any decent woman be thinking, to call upon him in broad daylight?

His visitor stood with her back to him, and his immediate impression, based on the tension in her spine and the set of her shoulders, was that this was, indeed, another desperate female looking to him to forgive her husband's, brother's, or cousin's debts of honor.

The worst kind of helpless female too, he concluded as she turned — a virtuous, helpless female.

At first she did not meet his gaze, but aimed a martyred stare at his least favorite Axminster carpet. Her dress was an ugly, serviceable gray; her gloves faded black; and her person without adornment. Her brownish hair was pulled back into a large, simple knot at her nape. She was altogether pathetically unremarkable.

Until she looked at him.

Amber eyes, slanting above high cheekbones and a wickedly full mouth arrested Gareth's dismissive perusal. He'd refuse what she would offer as collateral for some man's debt, though he was ... tempted. She had a feline cast to her fine features, an intelligence and alertness that made him want to keep his eyes on her. Watching her for a progression of silent instants, he gained the impression she could move like a cat, think like a cat.

The serious gaze she turned on him suggested that she probably, in keeping with solid English propriety, did not purr like a cat.

He approached her with a slight bow. "Heathgate." He'd purposely neglected to append the courteous "at your service."

She curtsied. "Thank you for meeting with me, your lordship."

She did not offer her name, though she had a pretty voice. Gareth's brother Andrew would call it a candlelight voice.

"Shall we be seated?" He gestured to the settee then ordered a tea tray — to appease his hunger rather than convention — and turned to find his guest once more staring at the carpet.

"So, why have you come to see me, madam? You must know propriety is not served by a meeting under these circumstances."

To his surprise, that blunt opening comment earned him a fleeting smile.

"Propriety is a luxury not all of us can afford." Her accent was crisply aristocratic, but musical, as if there might be some Welsh or Gaelic a few generations back. He paid attention to voices, to dress, to the tidy stitching on the index finger of her glove, to the details relevant when dealing with opponents in any game of chance. Hers were a challenge to add up.

"Propriety is a necessity if a young lady is not to lose her reputation, as others have done in similar circumstances."

At that salvo, the lady removed her worn gloves — probably without realizing the symbolism of the gesture — to reveal pale, elegant hands. The hands — God help her — of a true lady.

The tea arrived, and as the footman withdrew, Gareth closed the door. That got the woman's attention, for she leveled a questioning glance at him.

He mustered his miniscule store of patience. "You come to see me without invitation or chaperone; you will not tell me your name. I can only conclude you do not want the servants to overhear what you discuss with me. Will you pour?"

She gave a dignified little nod from her perch on the edge of the sofa. "How do you take your tea?"

"I like it quite strong and with both cream and sugar."

Her movements were confident and graceful; she knew her way around an elaborate tea service. She was a lady fallen on difficult times.

Oh, hell, not again. What was wrong with the young men of England?

"Shall we let it steep a bit, then?" she asked. "I wouldn't call it strong yet."

"As you like, but you will please disclose the nature of your errand. This appointment was not on my schedule." He wanted to get this over with, though his rudeness did not seem to perturb his visitor.

"I am without relations, your lordship, except for a younger sister. My other nearest relation, a distant cousin, has recently passed away. Her will left me with a substantial source of income, provided I meet certain stipulations. The stipulations involve you. Should I fail to meet the conditions of her will in the immediate future, I am without a means of supporting myself, which is no great inconvenience. I could work as a governess or become a lady's companion. My retainers, however, are elderly, and my younger sister —"

She fell silent and poured a splash of tea into a cup. The lady must have decided it wasn't strong enough even yet, for she sat back and regarded him with steady topaz eyes.

He saluted her mentally for meeting the challenge: they were quite down to business, thank you very much.

"How do the stipulations involve me?" Clearly, she wanted him to ask, to show some curiosity about her situation, while he wanted to leave the room at a dead run.

"My distant cousin was a ... madam, sir, and the source of income she left me was her brothel."

She had his attention, drat her. He spotted a mahogany bay horsehair on the cuff of his riding jacket and focused on plucking it away. "And the conditions?"

"There are essentially two. First, I may not sell the business for at least one year. During that time it is to be held in trust for me, and the profits available to me for my personal maintenance. That condition is problematic in itself." She paused, peering at the tea again. This time she poured as she continued speaking, then doctored his tea according to his stated preferences. "If it becomes public knowledge I am living off the proceeds of a brothel, my future is ruined — though that matters little. My younger sister, however, is blameless, and deserves some happiness from this life. She cannot be tainted by this association."

He accepted the tea and took a sip. This difficult, inconvenient woman had made him a perfect cup of tea. Against all probability, he found his goodwill modestly restored. "The second condition?"

The lady looked briefly away — toward the white roses on the piano — and he had the sense this mannerism was how she gathered her courage, though none of her trepidation was betrayed in her expression.

"I am to spend at least three months under the personal tutelage of the trustee, learning the skills necessary to manage what I am told is a high-class sporting house. I am to learn what the ... employees know, how the business works, how to gamble, and how the courtesan's trade is" — she searched for words with a delicately lifted eyebrow — "undertaken."

Gareth stood as genuine surprise — a rare emotion for him and unwelcome — coursed over him.

"Did your cousin dislike you so intensely, to put this choice before you?" Her cousin's generosity would be the ruination of her, whoever she was.

"She hardly knew me," came the reply. "She had chosen or been forced into her profession when I was but a girl. The family no longer received her, nor did she appear to want their acknowledgment. She probably felt entitled to her anger, if in fact this bequest is a display of anger."

Gareth lowered himself beside his guest on the settee. He did not ask permission, and she did not shift away.

"How could this not be a posthumous tantrum? You appear to be a decent woman, and your cousin has made sure if you accept this bequest then you won't be, nor, by association, will your sister be. I call that mean-spirited, particularly when your alternatives are what? To go into service, where your safety is none too assured anyway? It's a diabolical gift, this bequest."

The lady regarded him steadily, measuring him with cool, feline eyes. "My cousin was Callista Hemmings."

He leaned back against the settee, feeling a stab of loss. Callista had been the quintessential grande horizontale, and she'd treated him honorably. When all London had been fawning over the newly invested Marquess of Heathgate to his face and laughing at him or accusing him of murder behind his back, Callista had been honest. She'd taken him on as a project, educated him, refined him, shown him skills and weapons that had needed only the sharpening influence of time to see him into the peerage on his own terms.

She'd passed along tidbits about this peer, or that bit of business that had allowed him to make some brilliant investments. Then she'd dumped him flat, telling him she chose her clientele, and she was unchoosing him.

In hindsight, he'd seen the kindness in what she'd done. Untried as he was, he'd been in danger of losing his heart to her. She was shrewd enough to know that wouldn't have been in her interests — or his. He was in her debt, and now she was gone. He'd felt the loss of her months ago, and felt it anew at the mention of her name.

"You knew her," his visitor observed dryly.

"My dear lady, much of London's titled male population knew her, and the remainder could only wish they had. Your cousin was ... quite a woman. Quite a lady."

"She was not a lady," his guest countered, the first hint of heat in her words.

He let that observation hang in the air while he took another sip of wonderfully hot, sweet, strong tea. "You resent this choice."

"I resent it, yes, even as I am grateful it gives me options. Penury would likely cost me my virtue at some point, in any case. I am resigned to traveling a safer road to ruin. Were my sister older, I could get her married posthaste then slide into obscurity, but she is seventeen, and that is ..."

Her faltering resolve was interesting. "Seventeen is ...?"

"Seventeen, in her case, is too young."

Gareth's guest busied herself sipping her tea, apparently oblivious to Gareth's perusal. He sipped along with her, waiting to see where she was heading with her disclosures. At seventeen, without the first clue what present company was getting herself into, she would have married to protect her sibling, had it been an option for her. He had no doubt of that.

"I am not the only one who might resent the way my cousin has arranged things," she said. She had pretty hands, but as she set her teacup down, Gareth noticed a minute tremor in them.

"I expect the ladies in Callista's employ are not particularly pleased, and the trustee might find himself in a bit of a bind." The poor bastard would be in one hell of a bind, in fact.

She looked at him directly, and he realized all her previous glances and gazes had been oblique in comparison. Foreboding prickled up his neck.

"Do you?" she asked evenly.

"Madam?"

"Do you find yourself in a bit of a bind?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because Callista named you as the trustee of her estate, my lord, and thus the guardian of my virtue."

Bloody, rubbishing, perishing ... Gareth stalled discreetly, calling for more tea and some cakes while his internal world righted itself. He was too taken aback at Callista's scheming to puzzle through the reasons for it — unpleasantly taken aback. Shocked, even, and it took a great deal to shock him — now.

While his guest nibbled away at a chocolate éclair, Gareth held his peace and found consternation growing into monumental resentment. Miss Shabby Dignity eventually finished her tea and turned her unnerving regard on him once more.

"So, my lord, do you resent the task requested of you? Callista named an alternative trustee should you decline the position."

Reprieve. Maybe there was a way out — if he wanted one. "Whom did she name?"

"Viscount Riverton."

"I see." Callista must have truly hated her cousins. Riverton was a confirmed deviant, sick at best, and evil, more likely.

No damned reprieve whatsoever.

"Riverton will not do." Did he detect a slight relaxation in her shoulders? "Any provisions for a substitute of my choosing?" And to whom could he delegate this project anyway?

She considered her empty teacup, very likely some of the finest china she'd ever see, much less touch. "None. You take on the job or Riverton will, and I can tell you I do not relish the thought of his personal tutelage one bit."

His guest was a martyr with some discernment, then. How flattering.

"What exactly does personal tutelage involve?" Because unless his distant recollection of Chancery law was in error, the will would have to be carefully worded to successfully skirt the illegalities of passing along a house of ill repute.

She remained perched on the edge of the settee, while Gareth suspected she was longing to get up and pace. "It isn't complicated, my lord. I am to learn to be a madam. Your job is to teach me at least the rudiments of that profession, and the will stipulates that I have only so long to complete this education. Make no mistake: my cousin's solicitors were quite careful to explain that if I want the benefits of Callista's generosity, I have approximately ninety days left to learn to whore."

The vulgar term in the midst of her polite diction landed like the sound of breaking glass in a quiet library. Gareth sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees and mentally sorting through curses in French, though being a lady, she'd probably understand those too.

First things first. "Do you want me to teach you to whore?"

"I do not want to starve, and I do not want my sister to starve. I hope to undertake this ... apprenticeship for the next several months. One year from Callista's death you can sell the business for me, and then this episode in my life will be over. The only one who will know of it besides me and the solicitors is you, and I am hoping to rely on your gentlemanly discretion."

Gareth took a moment to digest her little speech. The course she proposed was probably the most sensible, from her point of view. And he could be discreet. A man on familiar terms with all manner of vice had to be faultlessly discreet if he wanted to maintain his privacy.

Which he did.

"Why do I not simply lie to the solicitors, tell them you have fulfilled the terms, and let us go our separate ways in peace?"

She wrinkled her nose — and it was a pretty nose, in perfect proportion to the rest of her features. "The solicitors are to test me, using a list of questions and answers Callista devised, and if they suspect I've not surrendered my innocence to their satisfaction, they implied they could have me examined by a midwife. They would have me believe myself fortunate that I was not asked to entertain a customer before witnesses."

Gareth's eyebrow shot up, because he knew Callista could be ruthless, and he'd damned near loved her for it, but this was beyond ruthless. This was cruel, and not a legacy any court would have a part in enforcing.

Not that the lady would obtain the property or its income in the next decade by bringing suit in the courts of law.

"To summarize, then," Gareth said, "you want me to spend three months teaching you how to please a man, how to run a brothel, how to play various games of chance, and so on. I am to at least relieve you of your virginity, and I am to complete these tasks without anyone being the wiser? Moreover, I am to sell the brothel for you at the end of one year, all with utmost discretion. What do I get out of it?"

If this woman knew anything about him at all, she'd know to expect that question from him.

"My guess is Callista chose you for her own reasons, believing you would accept. I can't see that you get anything out of this other than the trustee's portion of the proceeds, which I doubt you need." She cocked an eyebrow, perhaps mocking him, perhaps inventorying his physical assets. "If Callista's faith in you is not misplaced, you will get the free services of a well-trained whore, won't you? I doubt you need those either."

He suppressed a flinch at her continued use of the word "whore." There were so many other ways to say it — soiled dove, courtesan, lady of the night, fashionable impure. His guest seemed to want to shock him, and maybe herself.


(Continues...)

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Grace Burrowes' bestsellers include The Heir, The Soldier, Lady Maggie's Secret Scandal, Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish and Lady Eve's Indiscretion. Her Regency romances and Scotland-set Victorian romances have received extensive praise, including starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Booklist. The Heir was a Publishers Weekly Best Book of 2010, The Soldier was a PW Best Spring Romance of 2011, Lady Sophie's Christmas Wish and Once Upon a Tartan have both won RT Reviewers' Choice Awards, Lady Louisa's Christmas Knight was a Library Journal Best Book of 2012, The Bridegroom Wore Plaid was a PW Best Book of 2012. Two of her MacGregor heroes have won KISS awards. Grace is a practicing family law attorney and lives in rural Maryland.

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Gareth: Lord of Rakes 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
WorldsCollide More than 1 year ago
Absolutely lovely! This is definitely my new favorite Grace Burrowes book. Gareth: Lord of Rakes was a brilliant historical romance. It had steamy romance, shocking secrets, and a scandalous family secret that totally blew me away. I LOVED this book! I loved the idea for this book. A heroine forced to become a madame and made to learn how to do it from a notorious rake. It's definitely something I haven't seen before and I really liked that about this book. I thought it made the book even better. Felicity was a heroine is a bad situation. She's destitute because of her father's lack of preparation and the only money she can get is from a brothel. And the only way she was get the money from the brothel is by learning the how to be a madame, from the business side, to the knowledge of...shall we say "the arts of love." And the only person she is allowed to learn from, by way of an airtight will, is Gareth, a notorious rake. It puts her in a difficult situation. I really liked her. She was a very strong character. Even though she had every right to throw a pity party, she sucked it up and did what she had to do. She was intensely loyal to her sister and determined to take care of her, one way or another. She was tough, clever, and very likable. I thought she was a great heroine. Gareth was also lovely. I completely adored him. Despite his reputation as a rogue, he was so sweet. I loved how, even as he was committed to helping Felicity fulfill the terms of the will, he was even more determined to help her find a way out of it, so that she could get the money and still save her reputation. I adored him. He was just wonderful. The romance was both super sweet and steamy. Felicity and Gareth were so cute together. They were just such a perfect couple and it showed with their every interaction. And, let's not forget the chemistry between them. It was super hot and, when they finally got together, on fire. A few times, I just wanted to shove them in a room and refuse to let them out until they admitted their feelings for each other. Neither of them were in denial to themselves. They just couldn't admit it to each other. And, they were so close to letting a good thing get away. But, though that would usually annoy me, I think it worked in this book because it fit the characters, complete with their fears and insecurities. I really liked them together. I thought they were a lovely couple. The plot was fast paced. I was hooked the entire way through. The mystery of who was really behind the will kept me riveted and the reveal of who was really behind it too me by surprise. Not to mention the secret involving Felicity, her sister, and Holbrook (another character, who I really liked). It was jaw-dropping. Talk about family secrets. It was definitely a surprise. And, now, knowing Holbrook's past, I can't wait to read his story, which I believe is coming up in the next few books. I really enjoyed the story and the ending was wonderful. Gareth, Lord of Rakes was a fantastic historical romance. I adored this book! It had secrets, surprises, thrills, and romance. It was brilliant. Lovers of romance, this is a book you don't want to miss. *I received a free copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
RtBBlog More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Rachel Review originally posted at Romancing the Book Book provided by NetGalley I’ve turned into one of those book addicts–you know the type–we read an entire series in a few days then cry into a tub of ice cream when the next book in the series isn’t out yet. This is what Grace Burrowes newest regency series has done to me, and Gareth was no different than the previous gems she published. Felicity Worthington has an inheritance–it’s just not one a gentle bred lady should have–or even be excited about. A brothel? She has ninty days to prove to the Solicitor that she knows the art of seduction. The only problem? She’s a virgin, a spinster, a woman who knows nothing of the ways of the world. Enter in Gareth, Marquess of Heathgate. The last thing he wants to do is teach an innocent the ways of seduction. But he’s convinced he can do it without getting his heart involved. What made this story so special was the fact that although it seemed like your typical regency romance where rake meets innocent, falls in love,and marries her..it wasn’t that at all! The characters were so three dimensional, the issues they dealt with as well as the road blocks they had tossed in front of them made the reader really think that there was no possible way that they would end up together. I was ready to throw my ereader halfway through the book. I loved the character of Gareth, that my friends, is how you write a rake. He admitted he was awful but he had a reason behind every little thing that he did and it wrecked me as I read it. Felicity was the same way–she just wanted to do right by her family and help provide a come out for her sister. All in all it was a beautiful regency romance. Again, another stellar book by Ms. Burrowes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
entertaining, with a complex conflict that kept me interested in reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Recommend skippingit
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think this is my favorite of the series.  Absolutely exceptional.
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AustenStudent More than 1 year ago
The sixth book in Grace Burrowes’ wonderful Lonely Lords series. I now have a second favorite hero in this series. Gareth Alexander is a man unexpectedly thrust into a marquessate upon the tragic deaths of the heirs in a boating accident. Society whispers behind his back hinting at foul play, so he has retreated into a life of debauchery since he figures, why even bother to convince them otherwise? “‘Sometimes, boredom can become an enemy that demands excesses of vice and a banishment of decency. Bad company become no real company at all, and soon what began as an effort to find pleasure or drown sorrow becomes a cultivation of evil.’” But this hero has a soft side, too, in the elegance of his home and his beautifully-designed gardens that soothe his soul. These descriptions and details are lovely to read. So when he’s named as a trustee to a former liaison’s estate to train Felicity Worthington, an impoverished viscount’s daughter—to succeed as a madam—and thus ensuring her absolute ruin—he finds himself questioning his intentions as possibly honorable where she is concerned. In short, he falls head over heels for her. From the start, he is absolutely protective and kind toward Felicity, and she is a quick and smart young woman. Even though he’s teaching her things a lady should never know about, Gareth shows infinite patience and kindess with her. She comes to respect Gareth despite his past and falls just as hard for him. His sincere consideration of her are breathtaking and emotionally endearing. They are, above all, friends. She, in turn, feels such love for him that it pains her to see him with the cold marquess facade he wears like armor. The romance between Gareth and Felicity is sweet and sensuous, as he reluctantly yet tenderly introduces her to the pleasures of the body and she responds with her whole heart. In this story, Gareth must find the true gentleman he is behind the painful veneer, the one that Felicity has discovered. We get a glimpse of a future heroine, Astrid, Felicity’s impetuous younger sister; Andrew, Gareth’s only surviving brother and the next Lonely Lord hero; and the dashing David Holbrook, a mysterious and honorable lord, yet another Lonely Lord hero. It is imperative to read this series in order for the bombshells almost casually dropped within its pages. Memorable moments: “His was the kind of story that had the peerage fornicating like rabbits until the requisite heir and spare had been safely raised to manhood.”  “He started a mental list, a syllabus of corruptions he must perpetrate on her ignorance and innocence.” "Wench-hopping had lost its appeal the day he’d found Felicity in his formal parlor, staring at his ugliest Axminster carpet." “He had lost his heart to a virgin spinster.” "She had read enough Catullus to know that friendship—particularly from gentlemen not in contemplation of marriage—could be a flexible and not always proper concept." Another beautifully written and exquisite story with a lush and romantic love story that will sweep you off your feet.
Doodlebug4444 More than 1 year ago
REVIEW UH OH!!!!!! I think I have a new fave! Sorry Darius, Nicholas, Ethan, Beckman and Gabriel .. but Gareth has arrived! Oh Gareth .. I want to clone your sorry delicious self! So Gareth is absolutely new to this series (meaning there was no previous mention of him in any of the first 5 books) so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Well you already know I wasn’t disappointed, so let’s move on to why! Gareth is the Marquis of Heathgate, he is also a bit of a man whore, taking pleasure as he wishes while performing his dreaded titled tasks. I got the impression he is bored with his life. He is very handsome, titled, and a coveted match for many young ladies. Well his whole world is about to be rocked when Felicity Worthington requests a meeting in his parlor. Felicity is hardly making ends meet. She is a resigned spinster who has taken on the family responsibility of her younger sister (her sister still has the chance for a good match). No matter what it takes, Felicity is willing to take any chance to improve their station in life. When she is called upon by her barristers, she is told she is to inherit a brothel and must become the madame in order to claim the financial perks. The will explains that she must have Gareth teach her all .. which includes not only savvy business manners, but the pleasures of the flesh. No longer bored, Gareth embarks on teaching Felicity all he can and at first goes about it quite business like! Felicity is different from other woman however and before he knows it, a game of cat and mouse has begun and he is uncertain if he is the cat or the mouse. Regardless, these two become quite close in emotion as well as in body and with the side of danger that is lurking, they ride one crazy roller coaster. I fell in absolute love with both of them and reveled in their angst and cheered their joy. I tell you, Grace Burrowes can write a mean romance (the fact that she writes my fave genre doesn’t hurt either .. WINK). I do not reread books all that often but this series is on my “to read again” pile. What seems effortless, she is so talented at pulling heartstrings and providing believable stories with believable characters. All her leading men know how to protect and love, nurture, break hearts, flirt, and consume their chosen woman with so much desire you wonder how they can possibly deny the forming relationships. Thank you once again Grace Burrowes for another reason to gush over your work. I love that you set the stage for the next two Lonley Lords and you can rest assured I am anxious to read and review them! :)
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Great novella about two characters that appeared in previous books, but needed their own HEA. Loved the mystery Archer was working on, and also the dialogue/teasing from Valentine Windham. Grace Burrowes does a great job of bringing back beloved characters from prior books to bring things full circle. Lots of action in a relatively short story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Grace Burrowes is one of my favorite authors, and I'm enjoying thia series. I thought the plotline of this book was a bit contrived, and by halfway thru i just wanted them to do it already. I'll have to look forward to the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great tale from Grace Burrowes. So glad to see more to come; trying to be patient :)