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THE HELLIONS OF HALSTEAD HALL
When a charming rogue proposes she marry him to meet her grandmother’s ultimatum, the Sharpe clan’s strong-willed sister makes a tempting counter-offer that preserves her inheritance and ignites his imagination.
Lady Minerva Sharpe has the perfect plan to thwart her grandmother’s demands: become engaged to a rogue! Surely Gran would rather release her inheritance than see her wed a scoundrel. And who better to play...
THE HELLIONS OF HALSTEAD HALL
When a charming rogue proposes she marry him to meet her grandmother’s ultimatum, the Sharpe clan’s strong-willed sister makes a tempting counter-offer that preserves her inheritance and ignites his imagination.
Lady Minerva Sharpe has the perfect plan to thwart her grandmother’s demands: become engaged to a rogue! Surely Gran would rather release her inheritance than see her wed a scoundrel. And who better to play the part of Minerva’s would-be husband than wild barrister Giles Masters, the very inspiration for the handsome spy in the popular Gothic novels she writes? The memory of his passionate kiss on her nineteenth birthday has lingered in Minerva’s imagination, though she has no intention of really falling for such a rakehell, much less marrying him. Little does she know, he really is a covert government operative. When they team up to investigate the mystery behind her parents’ deaths, their fake betrothal leads to red-hot desire. Then Minerva discovers Giles’s secret double life, and he must use all the cunning tricks of his trade to find his way back into her heart.
How to Woo a Reluctant Lady
Shortly after dawn, Giles watched from the trees as the Viscount Ravenswood, undersecretary to the Home Office, entered the boathouse on the Serpentine River in Hyde Park. When fifteen minutes had passed and no one else had come along, Giles crossed to the boathouse himself and went inside.
After he and Ravenswood exchanged the usual pleasantries, the viscount said, “I hear you’re being considered for a King’s Counsel.”
Giles tensed. He should have known Ravenswood would find that out. The man had eyes in the back of his head. “So they tell me.”
“I suppose that if you’re selected, you won’t be able to continue your efforts for me.”
“King’s Counsel is a demanding position,” Giles said warily. He hadn’t expected to have this conversation quite so soon.
“And a very prestigious one for a barrister. Not to mention highly political. So pretending to be a scapegrace while you gather information for me won’t be very convenient anymore.”
“Exactly.” He searched Ravenswood’s face, unable to read his stoic expression. “To be honest, whether they choose me as King’s Counsel or not, I’ve decided to stop my work for you. Things are quieter now, and I doubt I would be—”
“No need to explain, Masters. I’m surprised you continued with it this long. You’ve served your country well, with little benefit and even less pay, when you could have focused on your more lucrative position as a barrister. I don’t blame you for thinking that it’s time you consider your own career. You’re what, thirty-seven now? Certainly you’re old enough to want more out of life than doing this. And I’ll support your decision as much as possible.”
Giles released a long breath. He’d been dreading this conversation. But he should have known that Ravenswood would remain his friend no matter what.
He and the viscount had first met at Eton. Though the other man was three years older than Giles, they’d forged an unusual friendship, considering that Ravenswood had been sober and industrious and Giles wild and adventurous.
So it was Ravenswood, already being groomed for politics, whom Giles had turned to nine years ago when he’d burned to see justice done. Ravenswood had taken the documents Giles had stolen from Newmarsh and made good use of them. Thus had begun Giles’s covert association with the Home Office and its role as keeper of the peace.
It had proved fruitful for them both. From time to time, Giles had passed information on to the undersecretary that the man wouldn’t have learned any other way. Men in the stews let all sorts of juicy details slip out around the profligate Giles Masters. After the war, the Home Office had been swamped with cases of fraud, forgery, and even treason, and with different parts of the country on the verge of revolution, it had needed all the help it could get.
Occasionally Giles had actively sought out information, even from fellow noblemen. In return, Ravenswood had given him a reason for living after his father’s suicide. A way to make up for the sins of his youth. But he’d been paying for those sins quite a while now.
“I suppose I don’t need to tell you that your activities must be kept secret even after you’ve . . . er . . . retired,” Ravenswood cautioned him. “You can never discuss it with anyone, never reveal—”
“I know my duty,” Giles broke in.
That was the trouble. It was hard to have a real life when he kept secrets from everyone he knew. He was tired of keeping secrets. Tired of playing the role of hard-living rogue that had suited him once, but didn’t anymore. If he stopped his work for the government now, no one would ever be the wiser, and he could start being more himself. People would assume he’d finally grown up. He could put these days of being an informant for the government behind him.
“This will be my last report,” Giles said. “Will that leave you in any kind of difficulty?”
“As you might imagine, we’ll regret the loss of you. But we’ll manage. And as you say, things are quieter now.”
“Which is why I don’t have much to report.” Giles told him of a magistrate he suspected of taking bribes and of a problem he feared was brewing with investments in South American mining companies.
Ravenswood scribbled notes, asking questions where it was pertinent. When Giles paused, he asked, “Is that all?”
“Almost. There’s that favor I asked of you last month,” Giles said.
“Ah, yes, the one for your friend Jarret Sharpe.” Ravenswood thrust his notebook in his coat pocket. “Thus far, none of my other informants have the sort of knowledge concerning Desmond Plumtree that you’re looking for. Is it possible that your friend is mistaken in his suspicions?”
Ever since Jarret and Oliver had married, they’d been looking into the deaths of their parents. Jarret had asked Giles for legal advice concerning the matter, and the situation had piqued Giles’s interest.
“As far as I can ascertain from Mrs. Plumtree’s will,” Giles admitted, “Desmond Plumtree had nothing to gain by killing them.”
“Yet that answer doesn’t satisfy you.”
“I can’t explain it, but Plumtree has always rubbed me wrong. If I could suspect anyone of murdering the Sharpes, it would be him.” And Giles hadn’t risen as far as he had in his career as a barrister without paying heed to his instincts.
“Well, I’ll let you know if anyone comes across anything pertinent. Sorry I can’t be of more help than that.” With a sudden twinkle in his eye, Ravenswood reached into his coat and pulled out a newspaper. “On a lighter note, with all your recent interest in the Sharpe family, I couldn’t resist bringing you this.”
Giles took the paper from him, then cast his friend a quizzical glance. “The Ladies Magazine?”
“It’s my wife’s. Just came out yesterday. She read something to me from it that I thought you’d find amusing. Look at the bottom of page twenty-six.”
He flipped through, then sucked in a breath as he realized that it was the first chapter of Minerva’s latest gothic novel. He hadn’t known it was going to be serialized. “Can I keep this?”
“Certainly. Abby’s already done with it.” Ravenswood eyed him closely. “Have you ever read her novels?”
Giles went on the alert. “Have you?”
“I read what’s in there. It was very interesting. There’s a character in her book who rather reminds me of you.”
“Is there?” he said, trying to sound bored. Damn it all to hell. If even Ravenswood noticed . . .
As soon as he got home, he’d have to read every word.
Unbidden, an image from nine years ago rose in his mind—of the pretty young woman wearing a Marie Antoinette costume with such sweetness, it made his teeth ache to remember it. By the age of nineteen, she’d grown into a classic beauty—bow-shaped lips, thick lashes, high cheekbones. But beyond her looks, there’d been nothing classic about Minerva.
He still couldn’t believe the saucy wench had plagued him about what he was doing at Newmarsh’s and then had blackmailed him into kissing her. He still couldn’t believe what had happened when he’d given her the kind of kiss meant to teach her a lesson about the dangers of tempting a rogue.
Somehow he’d forgotten she was his best friend’s sister. That he was a dissipated second son at the beginning of a shaky career, in no condition to take on a sweetheart, much less a wife. Somehow the kiss had become bigger, more dangerous . . . more intoxicating. She’d made him want and yearn and think the unthinkable.
She still did.
A pity that she hated him now. She’d made that perfectly clear in her books, laying him out on the pages in the guise of fiction, skewering him even as she circled ever nearer to his secrets.
He’d first been alerted to the problem at the Valentine’s Ball they’d both attended a few months ago. Until then, he’d never read her novels. He’d had enough trouble putting their kiss behind him without having her voice in his head.
But the dance they’d shared had stoked the fire anew. They’d danced around each other in their conversation, layering innuendo upon innuendo until his blood ran hot and her remarks grew sharper, and he’d feared he might be reckless enough to do something foolish. Like whisk her out onto a balcony and kiss her senseless.
After it was over, he’d been left aroused, angry, and confused. Until that night he’d assumed that she’d forgotten about him, that his callous remarks when they’d kissed had squelched anything she might have felt. Discovering that they hadn’t had sent him to her books. And that’s when he’d discovered what Minerva was up to.
He’d put off doing something about it, hoping that her grandmother’s recent demands might keep her too occupied to write anymore.
But here was a new installment. He could no longer ignore the problem of Minerva. What if she started including allusions to his activities that night at Newmarsh’s town house? Anyone in the judicial system who connected him to the theft would realize he’d been the one to inform upon Newmarsh and his partner, Sir John Sully. Then it wouldn’t take much to connect him to other cases for the Home Office, and those he’d informed upon would set out to ruin him. They’d start by ending his chance of becoming King’s Counsel.
“You haven’t even reached the pertinent part yet,” Ravenswood said, jolting him from his thoughts. “Go to the page I told you.”
Giles found it and immediately noticed the two paragraphs in a different font at the bottom. The first was about Lady Minerva’s connection to the Sharpe family, something that only she would have the audacity to include. The bloody woman refused to take a pseudonym—it was a bone of contention between her and her grandmother.
But it was the next paragraph that left him staring in shock:
If you wish to read future installments of this book, you must help me with a troublesome domestic situation that has arisen in my life. I suddenly find myself in dire need of a husband, preferably one who possesses a tolerance for authoresses of gothic fiction. To that end, I ask that you send any of your unmarried brothers, cousins, or acquaintances to Halstead Hall on June 20, where I will be conducting interviews for the position of husband. I thank you for your support.
Lady Minerva Sharpe
The twentieth of June? That was today, damn it!
“Amusing, isn’t it?” Ravenswood said. “My wife laughed for a full ten minutes. What a clever joke.”
“Not a joke,” Giles retorted. “Her grandmother laid down an ultimatum earlier this year—the Sharpe siblings must all marry or they all lose their inheritance. Knowing Lady Minerva, this is her way of irritating her grandmother.”
Ravenswood gaped at him. “You mean the woman is seriously interviewing husbands?”
“I don’t know how serious she is, but the interviewing is undoubtedly real.”
The chit was mad if she thought this would gain her anything. He could only imagine how Oliver and Jarret would react, not to mention Mrs. Plumtree. The old woman had a spine of steel—she wouldn’t tolerate Minerva’s nonsense for one moment. She certainly wouldn’t change her mind about her plans.
He tucked the magazine under his arm. “I have to go.”
“Planning to show up for the interview, are you?” Ravenswood joked.
“It’s a thought,” he said tersely.
“You and Lady Minerva? That’s interesting.”
“You have no idea.”
An hour later, after he’d read Minerva’s first chapter, he was furious. Damn her to hell. She’d gone too far this time.
So she wanted to interview men for a husband, did she? Fine. She was about to have one hell of an interview.
MINERVA PACED THE Chinese drawing room at Halstead Hall, her spirits falling lower by the moment. How was she to get Gran to rescind her ultimatum if no one showed up?
She’d envisioned scores of young fools and fortune hunters clamoring for her attention, overrunning Halstead Hall and making such a to-do in the press that Gran would have to give up. Or cut her off completely. And since Minerva refused to believe that Gran would make her siblings suffer for one grandchild’s indiscretions, that was the outcome she was hoping for. Then she could find a small cottage somewhere and write what she pleased, free of any husband.
Hard to believe that she’d once considered marriage a good idea. Her parents’ marriage had been disastrous. And through the years, she’d seen that men had no respect for the institution. There’d been the publishers she’d approached to sell her book who’d made colorful suggestions about what she could do to gain their “favor.” And the legions of fortune hunters who were never far from her door. Respectable gentlemen wouldn’t have her, since she wrote novels under her own name.
Not that she wanted a respectable gentleman anymore—they were the worst. She’d had a few as suitors and she’d even kissed a couple. But as soon as they’d learned what she was really like, they’d run as far and as fast as they could. Men didn’t particularly like women who spoke their minds.
Even her brothers were no great endorsement of respectable gentlemen, with their wild living and autocratic behavior toward their sisters. Perhaps Oliver and Jarret had been domesticated a bit, now that they were married, but would it last? And what if it didn’t? Their wives would be trapped.
Women were always trapped. Minerva would never forgive Gran for trapping her with the cursed demand that they all marry. And Oliver and Jarret—how dare they betray their siblings by going over to Gran’s side? Six months ago, they would have been leading the charge. Now, if they realized what she was up to and why, they would scuttle her plans at once.
Her eyes narrowed on the door. Was that why no gentlemen had shown up? Had her brothers—or Gran—found out that she was being outrageous again?
No, how could they? She’d purposely put her advertisement in The Ladies Magazine because it was delivered in the evening and no one in the family read it. Celia was too much a tomboy for such things, Gran only read the Times, her brothers wouldn’t be caught dead even opening the thing, and—
Their wives. Drat it all. They had wives now. And while Jarret’s wife, Annabel, didn’t seem the sort to read a lady’s magazine, Oliver’s wife, Maria, was an avid supporter of Minerva’s books. She wouldn’t have missed the first installment of the latest one.
Minerva cursed under her breath as she headed for the door. How could she have forgotten about Maria? So help her, if Maria had done something to—
A man entered the room. But he wasn’t one of her brothers, and he certainly wasn’t anyone who’d come to be interviewed.
He was the last, but not the least, of her reasons for not marrying. Giles Masters, her weakness . . . and the focus of a most unhealthy obsession. What a pity that she still found him more devastatingly attractive than any other man, even after all these years. And far more interesting.
Not that she would ever let him know it. “Good morning, Mr. Masters,” she said in her frostiest voice.
“Same to you, my lady.” He dragged his gaze down her person in a roguish glance. “You’re looking well today.”
So was he, unfortunately. Giles had always known how to dress. Today he was resplendent in a well-tailored riding coat of cobalt superfine, a figured waistcoat of sky blue marcella, white doeskin trousers, and highly polished black Hessians. He looked perfectly at home amid the Ming vases and gilt dragons meant to intimidate her would-be suitors and keep them in line.
Somehow she knew they wouldn’t intimidate him. And no one ever kept Giles in line unless he wanted to be there.
She strove to appear nonchalant. “If you’re here to see Jarret—”
“I’m here to see you.” He tossed something onto the golden silk chair nearest her. “I’ve come to be interviewed.”
When she saw The Ladies Magazine lying open, a pounding began in her chest. How much had he read? Just the advertisement? Or the chapter of her book, too? “You subscribe to The Ladies Magazine?” she asked with what she hoped was just the right dollop of condescension. “How droll.”
“Apparently I’m not the only one, judging from the horde on your lawn.”
She blinked at him. “What horde?”
“You didn’t know?” He let out a sharp laugh. “But of course you didn’t. You would have been out there railing at Gabe and Oliver by now if you’d known they were turning gentlemen away as fast as they arrive.”
“Why, those arrogant, meddling—What about Jarret? Isn’t he out there, too?”
“Apparently he’d already left for the brewery by the time they mustered the troops. But they’ve sent for him, so I’m sure he’ll join the fray as soon as he gets here.” Giles leaned against the doorway with a smirk. “I don’t think you’ll be interviewing any other gentlemen today.”
She glared at him. “Yet they let you in.”
“They think I’m here to visit Jarret. I chose not to disabuse them of the notion. I’m supposedly cooling my heels in the study while I wait for his return.”
She headed for the door. “Well, you can cool your heels in here if you like, but I’m going to give my brothers—”
“Not so fast, my dear.” He pushed off from the doorway to block her path. “You and I have some unfinished business.” Without taking his eyes from her, he shut the door behind him.
An uneasiness rose in her that she fought to hide. “You know perfectly well it’s improper for you to be alone with me with the door closed.”
“Since when do you care about propriety, Minerva?” he drawled.
“And I haven’t given you leave to call me by my Christian name, either.”
His cold smile gave her pause. “I haven’t given you leave to use me in your books, but that hasn’t stopped you.”
Oh, Lord. Steady, Minerva. He might just be fishing for information. “Are you saying that you’ve read my novels?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“Frankly, yes. Even my brothers don’t bother.”
“Your brothers haven’t been vilified in them.”
Though her unease exploded into alarm, she forced a smile. “If you’re insinuating that—”
“I’m not insinuating anything—I’m stating it flat out.” He circled her like a shark seeking to intimidate his prey. “You’ve made me into your favorite villain: the Marquess of Rockton.”
Drat it all. He really had read her novels.
She tried to brazen it out. “You’re confused. Everyone knows that Rockton is based on Oliver.”
“Right. That’s why Rockton has blue eyes and dark brown hair.”
“I couldn’t make him be exactly like Oliver, for goodness sake. I had to change a few details.”
“Is that why Rockton has a father rather than a mother who committed suicide?” he went on, those blue eyes gleaming. “How clever of you to anticipate that people would assume you changed that detail, too. Your little personal joke.”
She colored. Never in a million years had she thought he would read her books. “You’re making absurd assumptions.”
“Really? What about the lines in The Stranger of the Lake where the hapless Lady Victoria falls in love with Rockton and throws herself at him?” He stopped in front of her. “What was it he says? Ah, yes. ‘Do be careful, my dear, next time you decide to act like a doxy. Some men don’t take kindly to blackmail.’ Sound familiar?”
That one she really couldn’t get around.
“But the passage that settles it is the one I read this morning.” With a blatant confidence that rubbed her raw, he strolled over to where he’d left The Ladies Magazine and picked it up to read aloud:
“Lady Anne pushed her way through the crowds at the masquerade, praying that her Marie Antoinette costume was innocuous enough to keep her from being noticed by Lord Rockton’s loathsome friends. As she burst into the study, relieved to have escaped unscathed, she realized she was not alone. Rockton himself stood by the fireplace in his priest costume.”
He tossed the magazine back onto the chair. “The chapter ends there. What comes next? Rockton helping himself to the files in the study?”
She made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “All right, so I used some of our . . . encounter at Lord Newmarsh’s party in my novels. I don’t see how—”
“You swore to keep quiet about that night.” He strode up until he stood so close that she could smell the spicy scent of Guard’s Bouquet on him. “You exacted a price for it, as I recall, and I paid your damned price.”
“I did keep quiet—about your stealing, at least. You ought to be glad that I have, considering that a brief explanation from you might have prevented my being interested in the first place.”
“Or enticed you to write about it all the more. You’d probably even embellish the incident to make it worse. You made Rockton a spy for the French, for God’s sake! Why would you put that in there?”
“Because I’m a writer. I invent things. It’s called fiction.”
He narrowed his eyes on her. “Not when you use real people as characters.”
“You’re missing the point. First of all, Rockton isn’t you or Oliver or anyone. Just because I took a bit of what happened between us and—”
“A bit?” His gaze bore into her. “You put our kiss in the very first novel where Rockton appears. Rockton accosts the heroine in the mews and forces a kiss on her. She slaps him for not being ‘nice,’ and he says, ‘What made you think that a kiss from me would be nice?’ ” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “You know perfectly well where you got that line.”
“You read that book, too?” she squeaked. “How many of my novels have you read, anyway?”
“Since I found out that you’re putting me in them? All ten. Imagine my surprise to discover that you’ve been flaying me alive in your ‘fiction’ for the last three.”
He was right, though she’d never admit it to him. His rejection that night had stung her pride and wounded her heart, so she’d taken her anger out on him in her novels. But she’d honestly never believed he would read a word of it. Or that anyone would recognize him in it.
She had certainly never believed he’d be angry about it. Giles didn’t get angry. He didn’t seem to feel deep emotion of any kind. He joked and gambled and flirted his way through life without a care in the world. It surprised her to see him showing this much passion.
“I don’t understand why you’re so annoyed,” she said. “No one knows that Rockton is . . . partly you. No one has even guessed.”
“Only because you haven’t given them enough hints,” he bit out. “It’s very clever of you to use me. Anybody else would sue you for libel, but you know I won’t because I don’t want people looking too closely into my secrets. So you think you can put whatever you want about me in your books with impunity.”
“You’re making a mountain out of a molehill, Mr. Masters.”
“Am I? When were you planning to put the theft into your books? The next chapter, perhaps?”
“I promised to keep silent about that, and I will.”
“Why should I believe you? You haven’t kept silent about any of the rest of it.”
She glared up at him. “What do you want from me?”
There was a subtle change in his manner, from anger to something far more disturbing. Awareness of her as a woman, one he could seduce. It was just like that night at the Valentine’s Ball when they’d danced, when his flirtations had heated her blood while leaving him unmoved. Curse him for that.
He cast her a veiled glance. “What I want is to know why. Why you decided to put me in your books as the villain. Why you decided to make me a central character in your most recent novels.”
“That . . . just happened. When Rockton first appeared, readers wrote me several letters about him, wanting to see more of him.”
“Because you draw him in such loving detail. But why does he capture your imagination so? And why do you keep attributing to him things that I said and did? Were you so very angry at me over how I treated you that night?”
“It has nothing to do with you personally—”
“Liar.” He bent close to press his mouth to her ear. “Admit it—you put me in your books because you can’t forget me.”
She jerked back. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“And God knows, I can’t forget you.”
For a moment, she actually believed him, and her heart faltered.
Then she cursed it for its fickleness. The last thing she needed right now was her own private version of Rockton mucking with her determined spinsterhood. Especially when he didn’t mean any of his smooth words. According to her brothers, his casual treatment of women was legendary.
Slipping past him, she went to stand at the window that looked out onto the courtyard. “Why are you here? If it’s to berate me for putting you in my books, you’ve accomplished your aim, so you might as well leave. You’re certainly not here for any interview—”
“Actually, you’re wrong.”
She whirled on him.
Seeming to enjoy her look of confusion, he sauntered toward her with a smile. “Here’s the situation, Minerva. It’s obvious to me that you’re going to plague your grandmother with increasingly reckless behavior until you get what you want from her. And what would be more outrageous than to expose me as Rockton, so you can create a scandal like the one Lady Caroline Lamb did with her novel about Lord Byron?”
She bristled. “I would never—”
“So I can’t really trust you not to keep writing about me. I’m not sure I can even trust you to keep quiet about who Rockton is. That leaves me with two choices, if I want to keep my secrets safe. I can murder you to keep you silent. Not a good choice at all. No matter how you treat it in your novels, murder is messy. Not to mention illegal.”
A shiver swept her. “And the other choice?”
The sudden glitter in his eyes did nothing to quell the pounding in her chest. “I can marry you.”
Posted December 22, 2010
In 1806 nine year old Minerva Sharpe fell in love with Giles Masters when he held her hand as she struggled with the funerals of her parents; the papers insisted her father murdered her mother before he killed himself. Ten years later, Minerva still loves Giles, but he rejects her overture. She vows to never marry.
In 1825, on the shelf, Lady Minerva refuses to wed anyone because she knows no respectable husband will accept her profession as a gothic novelist. However, the writer has a major problem. Her grandmother demands her Hellions of Halstead Hall grandchildren marry or face disinheritance.
Barrister Giles Masters has loved Miranda forever though he knows he fumbled badly when she came to him almost a decade ago. He proposes, but instead of saying yes or no, Miranda concocts a scheme for them to pose as an engaged couple to trick her grandmother. Giles agrees as he sees an opportunity to court and win the heart of his beloved. However, although Minerva falls in love with her fake fiancé, his secret life and her obsessive need for honesty smash their relationship to bits in Calais; even as they become entangled in a dangerous seditious plot due to his clandestine activities.
The third Hellions of Halstead Hall Regency romance (see The Truth About Lord Stoneville and A Hellion In Her Bed) is a wonderful pairing of a couple who has a two decade history. Fast-paced with a strong support cast, fans will enjoy the female Hellion finding, losing and re-finding love.
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Posted January 29, 2011
One of Jeffries' best yet! Everything about Minerva and Giles rang so true. The plot was, of course, compelling as always, but I think here the best part was watching them learn to trust each other. Excellent story-telling!
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Posted December 24, 2010
Minerva Sharpe is a Gothic novel writer. Anyone who is respectable doesn't read her series published in "The Ladies' Magazine," at least that's what they say. Yet Giles Master has been following each addition as it seems he's the rapscallion star of her stories, under a pseudonym that is.
When Minerva is in danger of losing her inheritance, she posts an ad for an eligible gentleman to marry. Giles realizes he must appear for an interview as a prospective bridegroom because her stories are getting far too close to the truth about his secret activities that could destroy some very high-positioned people in the British government.
What follows is a funny, passionate, and intriguing journey in which Minerva's grandmother agrees to Giles's engagement to Minerva. A whole new world opens to the couple as Minerva sees her fiance in action at a murder trial and he begins to investigate the mysterious death of her parents. Even better, their occasional romantic kisses fuel the passion both feel but refuse to acknowledge.
Giles, however, is a very smart pursuer as well as a more than capable barrister. How he wins Minerva's heart over her previous antagonism is a glorious romp full of mystery and romance that will delight every reader. Yes, even villains can make their victims scream...
Terrific story, Sabrina Jeffries
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Posted January 8, 2013
I love all of Sabrina Jeffries books and this one was just as good as ever! I enjoyed this romance; it was touching, well developed, and believable. The series is a good one and I have enjoyed each of the Sharpes thus far. I was so happy to finally see Giles Masters (who has popped up in previous series) settled with some one. Well worth the investment!
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Posted January 20, 2011
Posted January 18, 2011
I so adore a feisty and smart heroine pitted against a secret agent rogue for a hero and Ms. Jeffries has delivered another sure winner for historical romance readers to enjoy.
This little epic of a story starts off when they were younger and it sets up what is to come with heartfelt detail. The stars are Minerva and Giles. She is a young woman who wears her heart on her sleeve and Giles is a young man who makes a choice that has repercussions beyond his imagination. One night their paths cross in such a way that a reader knows that fate and Ms. Jeffries has a master plan to take this couple, have life mature them and then throw them at each other again to see what happens.
I liked Minerva. Being a romance reader, I have visited many author loops and one of the things that have been said for a writer to do when a nasty and mean person crosses their path is to write them in as a villain and have them get their just desserts. I was completely entertained and was tickled pink that Minerva did exactly that but not because someone was getting away with something dastardly. Oh no, it's much more delicious than that. Minerva wrote a series of books or chapters that have a decided similarity to a certain person and event; it was noticed and became the catalyst for all the fun that followed.
One of my favorite things about Minerva was her dedication to her family, despite her annoyance with her grandmother. I liked her clever wit, her willingness to try risqué and naughty things and her steel spine. She's not afraid to speak her mind and stand up for those she is loyal to and I enjoyed the merry chase she led Giles on. He won't ever be bored with her.
Giles is quite the complicated and endearing character. He plays a deep game and unbeknownst to him, he's mired in quicksand and sinking fast. As to what kind, well that doesn't get revealed until later, when he's finally ready to listen to sense and reason. First he has to win a very reluctant and scheming Minerva and outwit her clever plot without letting her get wind of it. He doesn't get away with it for long and the scene was an amusing free for all especially when her brothers and their wives join the fray. Poor Giles. I have to say, the interaction between Giles and Minerva's brothers was very well written and I could visual the conversation vividly. In fact, there were quite a few scenes sprinkled throughout the book that were of the same caliber. At times it seemed the characters should have been able to jump out and start acting on the silver screen, there was so much going on and it was so rich and full.
Suffice to say, Giles is a man who actually has a rift in his heart that he's never really stopped long enough or felt brave enough to examine. It took Minerva's faith and trust in him to give him the means and the reason to want to do it. As hard as it had to have been for him to do, the emotional rewards made for some excellent storytelling.
There is a clever red herring thrown into the tale that although it didn't turn out to be quite what everyone thought, there is enough to whet a reader's appetite to wonder what is really going on. I suspect there is a subplot going on that might have been introduced in the books where Minerva's brothers met their wives.
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I really enjoyed reading this series. How to Woo was probably my second favorite in the series. Giles and Minarva made a good story line. I would recommend reading all 5 books, and I am hopeful Ms Jeffries will continue the series - she could do a lot more with these 2 characters!
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Posted January 24, 2011
HOW TO WOO A RELUCTANT LADY by Sabrina Jeffries is a delightful historical romance set in 1825 London. It is well written with depth,details,turns and twists. It is the third in "The Hellions of Halstead Hall Series, book one " The Truth About Lord Stoneville", book two " A hellion in Her Bed" but can be read as a stand alone. It has romance, secrets,sensuality,passion,love, witty dialogue,friends,and of course how to woo a Lady. The hero,Giles, is handsome,a spy, friend of Jarett,Minerva's brother,has admired her since childhood,know of her grandmother's marriage plans for all her grandchildren,is a barrister, has lived a double life for years,and has decided to marry her himself. The heroine,Minerva, is beautiful,a written of Gothic novels, opinionated, declares she will not marry even if all her siblings loses their inheritance,she is witty,smart,and has loved Giles for years, but he broke her heart once(of course,he doesn't know that).She sets into motion a plan to interview potential husbands,but when Giles learns of this he decides to propose. Minerva,thinking this will enrage her grandmother agrees to his proposal,her he is a rogue after all.They team up to investigate the mystery behind her parents death years ago.Their fake betrothal leads them to desire and passion. Will true love win out over secrets and trust issues. This is a fast paced,action packed story of true love,passion,secrets,and winning at life's little trials.I would highly recommend this book especially if you enjoy historical romance at its best. This has been a delightful series.Will the children of the Sharpe's ever find out what actually happened on that fateful night so many years ago,when their parents was killed?I would book was received for the purpose of review form Pocket Galley Books and details can be found at Pocket Star Books, a division of Simon and Schuster,Inc. and My Book Addiction and More.
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Posted November 22, 2012
How to Woo a reluctant Lady, book #3 of The Hellions of Halstead Hall series.
I love Ms. Jeffries's characters Minerva Sharpe and Giles Masters
It’s the story of a grandmother who wishes that her grandchildren would settle down and marry so she can enjoy great-grandchildren’s. It’s also the mystery surrounding the deaths of both parents of Minerva .
Minerva must marry by year's end or be disinherited.
Minerva is a beautiful woman and a gothic author; Giles Masters is an attractive gambling rogue. Both meet and team up to investigate the mystery behind her parents’s deaths, and this lead to hot desire and love.
Funny story of how Minerva’s brothers and sisters try to match them together.
Lots of humour, mystery, romance and love. I love her descriptive style of writing.
If you are a fan of Sabrina Jeffries, then you must read this book, it's well written. She is a great writer! I will definitely read book #4 To wed a wild Lord.
Posted March 31, 2012
I like it when you’re excited for a book to come out and you’re not in the least bit disappointed, in fact it is better than you imagined. This is how it is with Sabrina Jeffries new release How to Woo a Reluctant Lady #3 in the Hellions series.
Minerva's story.... She is the Gothic novelist who doesn't need to marry; she can take care of herself. But if she doesn't marry her Grandmother will cut not just her off but Minerva siblings as well and they do need the money.
Giles Master, barrister, rake, gambler, womanizer and spy. Has loved Minerva for a long time, but has never been in a position to claim her, but Minerva has been in love with him even longer, even after he broke her heart. She hasn’t married because other men just don’t measure up.
To thwart her Grandmothers plans Minerva advertises for a husband in a woman’s magazine. Hoping to show her irascible Grandmother just how silly it is to force them all to marry. Giles is forced to declare himself before he loses her. Then he must convince Minerva he is the man for her after all.
This was a fun romp of a story, sassy dialogue, hot love scenes; it also brings you one step closer to solving the mystery that runs through all the Hellion series. I liked it is as all around fun read. 4 stars
Posted February 21, 2012
This is the story of Lady Minerva Sharpe AND Barrister Giles Masters. I didn't want to put this book down...It's the 3rd installment in Sabrina Jeffries' The Hellions of Halstead Hall Series... but it can be read on it's own; you do not need to have read the prior books in this series to enjoy this book... and enjoy it you will. Each one of these books seems to get better and they've all been very good.
The premise of the series is that the children of Halstead Hall have been issued an ultimatum by their grandmother who holds the purse strings, that they must marry before the end of the year; All of them must marry for any of them to inherit. They've all been a bit on the wild side especially in light of the era in which they live.
Giles has a reputation as a despicable scoundrel. Even his best friends who just happen to be Lady Minerva's brothers, do not want her involved with him. Lady Minerva will do anything to get out of having to marry for she and her siblings to inherit. Lady Minerva has a bit of a reputation herself as she writes Gothic novels under her real name. Giles believes that Lady Minerva is using him as one of her characters in her novels and he's not happy about it. There's more going on here besides their romantic & sexual (ooh la la) interactions... there's an active investigation into the suspicious deaths of her Halstead siblings' parents... and espionage...
Bottom line: This is another winner...
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This is the first of Jeffries books that I regret buying........even reading! The story line is choppy, the writing poor, the romance forced. Overall this is one of the worst I've read by any author in a long time.
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