Never Seduce a Scoundrel (School for Heiresses Series #1)

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Bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries's enticing new series introduces the spirited graduates of Mrs. Harris's School for Young Ladies — unconventional heiresses who are more than matches for society's most irresistible rogues....

"Be careful, Amelia — you know how reckless you can be!"
— Mrs. Charlotte Harris, headmistress

Lady Amelia Plume has many admirers — it's too bad they're all fortune hunters and fops who can't provide the exotic adventures she seeks. But the ballrooms of...

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Overview

Bestselling author Sabrina Jeffries's enticing new series introduces the spirited graduates of Mrs. Harris's School for Young Ladies — unconventional heiresses who are more than matches for society's most irresistible rogues....

"Be careful, Amelia — you know how reckless you can be!"
— Mrs. Charlotte Harris, headmistress

Lady Amelia Plume has many admirers — it's too bad they're all fortune hunters and fops who can't provide the exotic adventures she seeks. But the ballrooms of Mayfair have become much more appealing since the arrival of Major Lucas Winter, an American with a dark past and a dangerous air. Lucas is brash, arrogant — and scandalously tempting. Every thrilling kiss sparks hotter desire, yet Amelia suspects that Lucas has a hidden motive in wooing her. And she intends to discover it, by any means necessary....

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  • ISBN-13: 9781416516088
  • Publisher: Pocket Books
  • Publication date: 3/28/2006
  • Series: School for Heiresses Series, #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 683,056
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

By the time SABRINA JEFFRIES was eighteen, she’d eaten chicken heads and jellyfish, been chased by a baby elephant, seen countless cobras and pythons, had the entire series of rabies shots, and visited rain forests and rubber plantations. But that wasn’t enough excitement for her; to escape her mundane life as a missionary’s daughter, she read romance novels.

Now she writes romance novels, and her bestselling, award-winning tales of strong women and sexy, dangerous men have been translated all over the world. Although she now lives a quiet life in North Carolina with her husband and son, her colorful past has given her plenty of inspiration for more novels.

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Chapter One

London

June 1818

Dear Cousin Michael,

For the next few weeks, I shan't be at the school, but in London chaperoning Lady Amelia while her father and stepmother are in the country. Do continue to send your missives. I'll need your sage advice, for Lady Amelia is high-spirited (dare I say, almost as much as I?) and liable to land us both in trouble before the season ends.

Yours sincerely,

Charlotte

Who would ever guess balls could be boring?

Certainly not Lady Amelia Plume. When she'd first come to London from the tiny seaside town of Torquay, every tea, every ball, every soiree had been a wonder.

But that was two years ago, before she'd realized they were all alike. And the Dowager Viscountess Kirkwood's annual spring ball was no exception, judging from the crowd Amelia surveyed as she entered the rose-bedecked ballroom. It was the same dull people — the same prancing fops and gossipy matrons and frivolous young misses. No aspiring lady adventurer with an ounce of self-respect would stay.

Unfortunately, she'd promised her Scottish friend, Lady Venetia Campbell, that she would. At least Venetia, whom she spotted a short distance away, knew how to enliven a tedious evening.

"Thank heaven you've come," Venetia said as she approached. "I swear I shall die of boredom. There's hardly anybody interesting here."

"Nobody?" Amelia asked, her disappointment acute. "No Spanish ambassadors or explorers newly arrived from the Pacific, or even an opera singer?"

Venetia laughed. "I was thinking more in terms of eligible men."

For Venetia, that meant clever men. Not that she couldn't have her pick of the male crop, clever or otherwise. Besides being obscenely wealthy, she had the sort of beauty men slobbered over, with raven tresses and creamy skin and rather...enormous breasts.

Next to Venetia, Amelia was abominably average — of average height, with average skin, of average tone. Her average figure would never inspire rhapsodies, and her medium brown hair vacillated between being curly and straight.

But she had quite a lot of hair, thank goodness, and kept it lustrous with pomatum and her American stepmother's honeysuckle water. Amelia's eyes might not be the siren's green of Venetia's, but men described them as "sparkling," and her breasts generally commanded attention.

In short, Amelia possessed her share of modest attractions...and modest suitors. Granted, most men only cared about her not-so-modest inheritance and her position as the Earl of Tovey's daughter. But she didn't intend to marry any of them, anyway — neither the Marquess of Pomeroy, an aging general who fancied her and her fortune, nor their hostess's son, the Viscount Kirkwood himself, who'd made overtures to her last year.

She aspired to a more adventurous life — touring Turkey like Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, or living in Syria like the legendary Lady Hester Stanhope.

"Actually," Venetia said, "there's one person here we'd both find 'interesting': Lord Kirkwood's American cousin." She nodded to a spot beyond Amelia. "Major Lucas Winter is apparently in England on assignment with the United States Marine Guard."

Expecting some weather-grizzled older fellow, Amelia followed Venetia's gaze. Then stared. Good Lord, how had she missed him when she'd come in?

Major Winter stuck out in the cramped ballroom like a hawk among pigeons. He wore quite the dashing blue-coated uniform, which bristled with gold braid, and a wide, bloodred sash around his trim waist. Her heart raced just to look at it.

And not only his uniform, either. His inky hair matched his inky boots, and though far from grizzled, his sun-browned skin made the other gentlemen look positively anemic. It hinted at days spent at sea, at battles on the Mediterranean. Oh, the adventures he must have had!

"Now that is a man," Venetia remarked. "They do grow them tall and well built in America, don't they? Even if his features are somewhat rough."

True. The man's jaw was a bit too angular and his nose a touch too narrow for handsome. And any English lord would ruthlessly pluck those thick, unruly eyebrows. But even if his appearance were changed, as long as the man wore that brooding scowl, he would continue to look "rough."

And fascinating.

"He hasn't yet asked a single lady to dance." Mischief glinted in Venetia's eyes. "But you'll adore this — they say he travels with a veritable arsenal. If he keeps insulting the officers, he may even have to use it."

"He insulted them?" Drat it, she'd missed everything by coming late.

"He told Lord Pomeroy that the Americans won their recent conflict with us because English officers are 'more interested in promenades than pistols.'"

Amelia laughed. She could only imagine how the general had taken that pronouncement. Especially from a man like the major, who clearly saw this as enemy territory, even though the war had ended three years ago. As Major Winter sipped champagne, he scanned the ballroom with the barely leashed contempt of a spy doing reconnaissance.

"Is he married?" Amelia asked.

Venetia frowned. "Come to think of it, no one's actually said."

"I do hope he isn't." Amelia slid another glance his way. "He must be remarkably brave to face his old enemies in their own territory."

"And he must have something more than deadwood under his kilt," Venetia added, her Scottish burr faintly evident.

Amelia eyed her askance. "You've been reading the chapbook of harem tales again, haven't you?"

"It's quite informative." Venetia lowered her voice to a whisper. "What do you think? Does the major have a 'sword' worth worshipping with one's mouth?"

"Goodness, even I'm not shameless enough to speculate on the major's 'sword.'"

Venetia chuckled. "Your stepmother will be delighted to hear it."

Amelia laughed. "Lord knows Dolly despairs of me enough as it is, poor thing. She hated being dragged across the world by her late husband, so she can't understand why I would jump at the chance to travel."

Her gaze drifted back to the major. The American marines were famous for battling the Barbary pirates in years past. Was he too young to have experienced that? Did she dare wangle an introduction to him to find out?

Lord Kirkwood glanced in her direction and murmured something to his cousin, who followed his gaze. It was the first time the American had looked her way, so she flashed him an inviting smile.

He didn't return it. His eyes narrowed on her with a sudden predatory intensity, then drifted rather impudently down her gown of yellow Chinese silk with its Oriental red flounces. By the time they trailed back up to fix on her face, hot color was rising in her cheeks.

Goodness gracious, the man was bold. No Englishman had ever looked at her as if she stood there stark naked. How very intriguing. It sent a delicious chill right down her spine.

Then he ruined it with a curt nod and returned his gaze to his cousin.

Well! What was she to make of that?

"Where's your stepmother tonight, anyway?" Venetia asked.

"She and Papa left for Torquay yesterday," Amelia said absently. Now that Dolly was expecting her first child, Papa was determined to coddle her in the country. "They nearly made me go, too, but Mrs. Harris fortunately agreed to come to town and chaperone me while she's not needed at the school."

Amelia and Venetia had graduated from Mrs. Harris's School for Young Ladies two years ago, and their schoolmistress still bore a strong affection for them — as they did for her. That's why they rode out there monthly for tea and her "lessons for heiresses." Not to mention the wealth of information she received regularly from her mysterious benefactor, "Cousin Michael."

"Much as I adore Mrs. Harris," Venetia said, "I wouldn't want her for a chaperone. She'd never allow you a private moment with a gentleman."

"What gentleman is Amelia having a private moment with?" a querulous voice asked behind them.

Amelia stifled a groan. It was Miss Sarah Linley, another schoolmate. Amelia had tried to like her, but Silly Sarah's petulance and snobbery made even Amelia clench her teeth.

"Hello, Sarah." She pasted a polite smile on her face. "We were just talking about the lack of eligible men here."

"What lack?" Sarah said. "I see several. Lord Kirkwood, for example."

"Who I hear is trying to marry a fortune," Venetia pointed out.

Sarah twirled one of her golden ringlets about her finger. "And I have a fortune, don't I?"

The banker's daughter also had the exquisite features of a porcelain doll. A pity she had nothing resembling a brain.

"Lord Kirkwood would never show an interest in you," Venetia bit out, not bothering to hide her loathing. Thanks to Sarah's frequent mentions of "those dirty Scots," the two of them were always at daggers drawn.

"Ah, but he has already done so," Sarah said, in a voice dripping condescension. Then she sighed dramatically. "Unfortunately, my parents disapprove. Papa calls Lord Kirkwood a 'titled wastrel' and wants me to marry some tea merchant with pots of money. They only let me attend tonight because the merchant was coming here, too. Me, married to a tea merchant! Can you imagine? When I could be Lady Kirkwood?"

"I'm sure the viscount is brokenhearted," Venetia said sarcastically.

"Oh, the tale isn't over yet." Sarah flashed them a secretive smile.

Amelia knew better than to encourage her, but Venetia clearly couldn't stand having Sarah know something she didn't. "Really?" Venetia prodded.

Sarah leaned close. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

Venetia exchanged a glance with Amelia. "Certainly not."

"He slipped me a letter at the last assembly declaring his intentions."

Amelia barely disguised her shock. She'd thought Lord Kirkwood sensible, but if he would seriously contemplate marriage to Silly Sarah, he was clearly mad...or more desperate for funds than society realized.

"I wrote him a response, too." Sarah assumed a tragic air. "But it's likely to remain in my reticule forever. Mama watches the mail closely and has threatened to take away all my jewels if I even dance with Lord Kirkwood." She glared across the room. "Still, he could manage a word with me if not for his awful cousin."

Their gazes turned to the American major just as he exchanged words with two male guests. As tempers erupted, Lord Kirkwood stepped in to douse the flames.

Sarah sighed. "Every time his lordship heads toward me, his ruffian of a cousin annoys someone else. And it's not as if I can just walk up and hand my note to him. Someone might see, and Papa will have my hide."

"Give it to a servant then," Venetia said dismissively.

"And if Mama notices? Or the servant tattles? My parents will probably lock me in my room or do something equally horrible."

"You could leave it somewhere he's sure to find it," Amelia suggested. "Like his study."

"Men are playing cards in there," Sarah said, with a petulant frown.

"Then put the letter on his bed," Amelia said. "Or better yet, his pillow. No servant would dare remove it until his master saw it."

As Sarah stared at her aghast, Venetia added, eyes gleaming, "Yes, Sarah, why don't you trot upstairs and put it on his bed?"

"Very funny," Sarah said with a pout. "You both just want to see me get into trouble so you can have Lord Kirkwood for yourself."

Amelia nearly retorted that Lord Kirkwood had approached her before he'd even thought of Sarah, but she couldn't be that mean. "I'm only pointing out," she said tersely, "that the house is small, and there are servant's stairs. You could sneak up and do it before anyone even noticed you were gone."

"If it's so easy, why don't you do it?" Sarah snapped. "You're the one who craves adventure."

Amelia started to retort, then paused. She did like a good adventure. The stealth of it, the sheer excitement of sneaking about...why not do it? Not for Sarah, of course, but just to see if she could get away with it.

It wasn't as if anything else exciting would happen tonight. Besides, the major's room was probably up there, too — she might even get a glimpse of the "arsenal" Venetia had mentioned.

"All right," Amelia said. "I'll take the letter up myself."

Sarah looked surprised, but Venetia scowled. "Don't be absurd. You can't go into the man's bedchamber."

"It's the best way to make sure he reads Sarah's letter."

"It's the best way to be ruined if anyone sees you," Venetia snapped. "Might as well walk over and hand him the letter, for pity's sake. The gossips would tear you apart either way."

"If Amelia wants to help me," Sarah protested, "why shouldn't she?"

"Because she'll get herself caught, you little fool."

"If I get caught, I'll play dumb," Amelia said. "I'll bat my eyelashes and pretend to be a flibbertigibbet wandering the house in search of the retiring room."

"The flibbertigibbet act won't work with everyone," Venetia warned.

"Then I'll be sure not to get caught." Amelia turned to Sarah. "Give me the letter." Sarah slipped it out of her reticule and into Amelia's hand.

Ignoring Venetia's continuing protests, Amelia shoved the envelope into her own reticule, then hurried off toward the hallway. All right, so this wasn't exactly the sort of wildly exotic adventure she dreamed of, but it was better than nothing. Now if she could just reach the door to the back stairs without being seen...

She was in luck. The stairway was next to the retiring room, so it was easy to choose one door over the other when no one was watching. Upstairs, her luck continued, for the floor with the bedchambers was deserted.

But which room was his lordship's? Listening for approaching servants, she opened doors in rapid succession, dismissing the one smelling of rosewater as belonging to the Dowager Viscountess, and the second as belonging to the lady's maid. Just as Amelia opened one across the hall, voices came from the stairs. With her blood thundering in her ears, she slipped inside the room and closed the door.

As someone passed by out in the hall, she glanced about her. This room was certainly a man's. A pair of polished boots sat at the foot of the bed, and a sword belt with an oddly shaped sword in its scabbard hung from a chair's post. Lord Kirkwood's sword would be kept in a cabinet downstairs, so this must be...

Major Winter's room.

A forbidden thrill tingled along her skin. This was her chance to see his arsenal. And find out more about him — where he'd been, where he was going.

Whether he was married.

As excitement spiked her blood, she crept over to examine his shaving stand. Like most military men, he was scrupulously neat, his brushes and comb kept quite clean. The same was true of his orderly dressing table. She found no jewelry, but did discover a wicked-looking ivory-handled dagger tucked in the single drawer.

A peek inside the hanging wardrobe revealed clothing that was well made but not dandyish, serviceable gloves and boots, and two well-worn beaver hats. She found more of his arsenal, too — a locked pistol case, another dagger, and even a rifle, for goodness sake. But nothing to show whether he had a wife, drat it.

Then she spotted the opened letters on the writing table. She hesitated, her blood running high. Did she dare? It would be going rather far, wouldn't it?

Oh, but that was the reason she should do it. No adventure was without risk.

Hurrying over, she peered down at the topmost sheet. The letter from the Navy Board to the American consul gave Major Lucas Winter permission to view the Deptford shipyards. Interesting, but not terribly informative. She thumbed through the others. More boring correspondence, no wifely letters.

Then she reached the bottom sheet, which contained a curious list of names with comments scrawled beside them. "Mrs. Dorothy Taylor" was annotated with a series of French addresses, a date, and a terse description. "Miss Dorothy Jackson" had no description, but the French addresses and mention of a brother. "Mrs. Dorothy Winthrop" — goodness, the man had a penchant for Dorothys — had only a date and one address, along with a reference to her American husband.

The last name was underlined twice: "Mrs. Dorothy Smith." Amelia froze. Before Dolly had married Papa, her name had been Dolly — Dorothy — Smith. Amelia swallowed. It meant nothing. There must be a hundred Dorothy Smiths in London alone.

But as she scanned the comments beside Mrs. Dorothy Smith, her heart sank:

270 Rue de la Sonne, Paris

May have had companion in Rouen in Nov. 1815?

Departed Calais for Plymouth alone on Feb. 1816

Fair-skinned, green eyes, reddish hair, short

Amelia stared blankly at the paper. The description certainly fit Dolly. And Dolly had visited both Paris and Rouen before arriving in Plymouth in 1816, when Papa had swept her off her feet and married her. "May have had a companion" — of course she'd had a companion. Her now deceased merchant husband.

But why would Major Winter be interested in Dolly? Clearly her name was what triggered his interest, so he probably hadn't known her personally.

Turning the sheet over, she found more chilling notes:

Dorothy Frier alias Dorothy Smith?

Times match when Frier fled US to escape capture

Dolly? Trying to "escape capture"? By whom? And why? The word alias sounded perfectly criminal. Did Major Winter's involvement mean that the American government was part of it, too?

Perhaps the Dorothy whom Major Winter sought had been a British spy. But the war was over — who cared about spies now? Anyway, it couldn't be timid Dolly, who flinched when people argued, who bent over backward to please Amelia and Papa, who'd been eager to marry Papa and give him full use of her fortune when she could easily have married a rich —

A sick apprehension settled in her belly. What if Dolly had come by her fortune dishonestly?

When Amelia's widowed father had met Dolly in Plymouth, the two had fallen in love almost instantly. Dolly had been so sad, so delicate, that Amelia's big, gruff Papa had wanted nothing more than to protect her. And who wouldn't? Dolly was a sweet-natured darling.

But it was Dolly's fortune that changed their lives. Dolly's money had paid for Mrs. Harris's expensive school. Dolly's money had provided Amelia's dowry and come out in London. And Dolly's money had allowed Papa to bring the estate into good working order after their years of frugality.

Amelia searched the papers, hoping for other information, but found none. What now? Dolly had never mentioned the name Frier, but then, she'd said little about her past. Could Dolly have had another sort of life? Dolly did enjoy card playing — could she have been a gambler? Or the wife of a gambler or a card cheat?

No, it was absurd. Dolly would never participate in any sort of criminal scheme. She lacked the temperament for it. She couldn't even deny Amelia the smallest request, and she cried over the deaths of goldfish, for goodness sake. The idea of her doing something criminal was ludicrous. That her recent life mirrored this other Dorothy Smith's was merely a horrible chain of coincidences.

But the major wouldn't think so. She could tell he was the sort to be a thorough investigator. Indeed, he might already know about Dolly. It would explain why he'd stared at Amelia in the ballroom.

So how long before the major traveled down to Devon and spoke to Papa? Or tried to haul Dolly off to America for something she was surely innocent of?

Amelia had to warn her, but how? And about what? She didn't know what he was after — it might be nothing. She wasn't even sure he'd connected Dorothy Smith with Dolly. And upsetting Dolly in her delicate condition was out of the question. Besides, wouldn't it be better to find out why the man was there first?

A pop nearby made her jump. It was only a log in the fireplace, but still...she had to escape. The room had taken on a distinctly threatening cast, with its boldly displayed sword and hidden weapons and ominous notes hinting at treachery. If the major caught her here, no telling what he'd do.

She carefully restored his papers to the way she'd found them, then hurried out the door. Thank goodness the hall was deserted. She still had to deliver Sarah's letter, a task she now wanted to be rid of as swiftly as possible.

As she hastened toward the only remaining bedroom, she retrieved Sarah's letter from her reticule. But she couldn't get it closed again, which was why she didn't notice until too late that someone had ascended the stairs.

"What the hell are you doing up here?" snapped an unfamiliar male voice with a distinctive accent.

She nearly had heart failure. Thrusting the letter and her reticule behind her back, she jerked her head up, only to come face-to-face with the one man she should avoid.

Major Lucas Winter.

Copyright © 2006 by Deborah Gonzales

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  • Posted December 9, 2009

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    A fairly good success

    Well I went into this book with a little trepidation after reading some other reviews (probably a bad idea), but I was pleasantly surprised. Very pleasantly.

    What was very surprising was that I was supremely satisfied with the end. In fact, I was later pondering over the book, and when I realized truly that I had finished it (I kept replaying it in my mind, so I suppose I was late on the up-take with that one), I was really sad. I wanted more! Unsual!

    I love to read romances, but for the most part, endings just don't suit me; they are either too corny, or too quickly wrapped up (or not-too-quickly for that matter) but the end to this book was immensely satisfying.

    I think this has something to do with a lack (yes lack) of climax to the conclusion of a rather poignant issue, which too me had the perfect lack of drama to it. It didn't feel over inflated or anything, it was more like "that was that". Ahhh, so realistic.

    I also found the relationship between the two protagonists oddly relateable. I think it was their attitude toward another. It was irrational, sometimes anticlimactic, sometimes just rather hostile and I don't quite know how to say this... If I ever imagined falling in love with a man in the span of a few days, I think this book would be a good representation of how that would happen. Because real life is messy, and more often than not, inconvenient. I would sum up their relationship as that and it worked just swimmingly.

    I would say that the love scenes are very... brazen, perhaps even a bit too much (hard to believe...). There were also a few instances where the style was just a bit jarring or awkward. But those are really the only complaints I can muster up right now.

    So I suppose what I am saying... is that there are many small aspects of this book that make it a bit unconventional. However, I think this made it interesting and refreshing and since it has the same humor, romance and adventure we all know, love, and can't get enough of, I would highly recommend it.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine Regency

    Wealthy heiress Lady Charlotte eloped with handsome charming soldier Jimmy Harris, but quickly regretted her choice as he wasted her fortune and showed no interest in her once he controlled her money. She felt relief when he was killed in a duel and vowed to protect other rich ladies from marrying golddiggers. Thus with the help of Cousin Michael, she establishes Mrs. Harris' School for Young Ladies that accepts only heiresses as students so that she can provide them with private instructions. --- In 1818 in London Mrs. Harris chaperones wealthy heiress Lady Amelia Plume, who has plenty of admirers, but to her protector they all seem more interested with the lass¿ money as a horde of fortune hunting fops plague the balls. Amelia finds her season boring as Mrs. Harris rejects most males. That is tedious until American Major Lucas Winter arrogantly courts her over Mrs. Harris¿ objection as she assumes the Yank is a fortune hunter. Amelia thinks he has a different motive, but not love at first sight. She vows to uncover his agenda, while he seeks an embezzler who left Lucas¿ reputation in ruins and he believes she is the link. --- The opening of a new regency series by talented Sabrina Jeffries will elate the sub-genre faithful especially since NEVER SEDUCE A SCOUNDREL is a terrific tale. Amelia is a naïve, innocent, and bold individual while Lucas is a fascinating character planning to seduce the truth from her, but soon finds he has been seduced by love. Mrs. Harris is an ideal support character who hopefully will have her story told. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 16, 2010

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    Do I Know You?

    For some reason as I was reading this book there were scenes that seemed familiar to me. I haven't read this book before but either the author re-uses her scenes or she uses cliche' stuff. Not sure but I had some strange feelings of deja vu.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2007

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    This book is a five star it was also funny, I really enjoyed reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2007

    Enjoyed it

    I had never read anything by this author before and really did enjoy this book. I wasn't sure if it was a keeper 'can't keep all the books you know' so I set it aside and now three weeks later, I can still remember my favorite scene - the prists' hiddy hole - and well, for me that means it's a keeper. I did enjoy reading about an american in England and thought it had some funny parts. But if you're looking for something a little steamy - not for you - if you're looking for a book that has sexual tension - try someone else. This was just a fun romp.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2006

    Well writen, mediocre story line

    I¿ve read most of this author¿s books, and I must say this one ¿ in my opinion ¿ is her weakest. Having failed to establish a strong emotional connection between Major Winter and Lady Amelia, the author clearly tried to make up for it with sex, but even those scene were¿ mediocre. I couldn¿t figure out why or how these two characters fell in love. Lots of personal thoughts of the characters and little action or dialogue. The virginal heroine became a ¿shameless hussy¿, to use the author¿s words, from the get-go. The ¿I love you¿s came rapidly after that. And by the end of the book I really couldn¿t care less what happened to the characters. Even the conflict between the lead couple was trite, uninteresting, blah, blah blah¿ I expected more from this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2006

    Good plot twists!

    This is the first Sabrina Jeffries novel that I've read, and it was basically a standard historical romance. However, I enjoyed the writing style, the chemistry between Amelia and Lucas, and the inventive, yet mostly believable, plot twists that wrapped up all the 'issues' for both characters. There was also some unusual historical background here, with post-Revolutionary war horrors that I was unaware of. Finally, it presaged what will likely be the next entry in this series- the story of Venetia Campbell and the 'Scottish Scourge'. I will definitely look forward to reading that one!

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