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Pursuit of physical pleasure is both his preferred pastime and his most pressing urge, until he encounters the fascination of a woman who won't be swayed. And while his dark seduction appalls the pure ...
Pursuit of physical pleasure is both his preferred pastime and his most pressing urge, until he encounters the fascination of a woman who won't be swayed. And while his dark seduction appalls the pure and impoverished Elinor Harriman, she finds herself intrigued…and secretly drawn to the man behind the desire.
The visit with the lawyer had not gone well. Elinor Harriman arrived home just as her sister, Lydia, had finished dealing with their landlord, and she ducked out of sight so the old lecher wouldn't see her. Monsieur Picot had no patience for either her or her mother, but her baby sister was a different matter. All Lydia had to do was let tears fill her limpid blue eyes and make her Cupid's bow mouth tremble and M. Picot was destroyed, awash with apologies and assurances. He didn't realize he was being played until the door was firmly closed behind him and Elinor could sneak up the stairs, grateful that she hadn't had to defend Lydia's honor if M. Picot got carried away. He never did. None of the landlords and butchers and greengrocers ever took advantage of Lydia's delicate beauty. She radiated such an exquisite innocence that no one would dare. Even in this less than felicitous area of town, no one would even think of offering her an insult.
"Told you," Lydia said with an impish grin far removed from her Madonna smile. "It works every time."
Elinor flopped into the nearest chair, letting out a groan as an errant spring poked her backside. During their last enforced move they'd had to relinquish all but their most wretched of furniture. The tiny parlor on the edge of one of the least savory neighborhoods in Paris held three chairs and a meager table that served as a desk, a dining surface and a dressing table, and the chairs were barely functional. The bedrooms were as bad. One sagging bed in the first room held their mother's snoring body, in the other there was only a shared mattress on the hard floor. She refused to think about how Nanny Maude or Jacobs the coachman slept in the back area that served as kitchen and servants' quarters.
And how absurd it was to have a coachman when it had been years since they'd even had a horse, much less a coach. Not since their very first days in Paris, when their mother had been in love and the two sisters had reveled in their new adventure. But Jacobs had come with them from England, under Lady Caroline's spell as most men were, and nothing, not even a total lack of wages, could induce him to leave.
The lover and the money had disappeared quickly, to be replaced by someone almost as wealthy. In the last ten years Lady Caroline Harriman had been working her way down to a state Elinor couldn't bear to consider. At least right now her mother was too ill to cause trouble, to go looking for another bottle of blue ruin, another game of chance, another man to finance her more important needs, which had never included her daughters.
"So how much time have we got?" she asked, reaching for her knitting. She was a wretched knitter—her handwork was atrocious but she convinced herself she could do something useful, even if her socks and vests were full of dropped stitches. Nanny Maude had taught her, but as usual she was proving less than adept.
Lydia sighed. "He'll be back in a week, and I don't think I'll be able to put him off again." Sweet Lydia was perfect in every way, pretty and darling and clever, and her handwork was flawless. She could dance perfectly with only the cursory lessons their mother had once paid for, she could paint a pretty picture, sing like a bird, and any man who met her became her willing slave, from Jacobs, their elderly manservant, to the wealthy young Vicomte de Miraboux whom she'd met at the lending library. For a brief time Elinor had hoped their problems were solved, until the Vicomte's family caught wind of what was going on and the Vicomte had been swept away on a grand tour of Europe.
They'd offered her money, Elinor thought, rubbing her chilled hands, and she'd probably been a fool to throw it back in their smug faces. As if a Harriman would ever stoop to being bribed. But at that moment, with M. Picot just walking away, she suddenly thought she could do almost anything if it ensured safety for Lydia and their little family. Even for their reckless mother.
Lady Caroline had been too ill to cause trouble recently. They had no money for a doctor or medicine, and the flush that had covered her body and disordered her never clear mind was a mixed blessing. Ill as she was, at least for the time being she was bedridden, unable to get them deeper in debt.
"So tell me about the lawyer, Nell," Lydia said, calling her the pet name only she used. "Has our father left us some vast fortune to ease Maman's final days? Or at least a minor pittance?"
"He's left us something, though a vast fortune might be too optimistic," Elinor said morosely. "His title and estates have been left to a Mr. Marcus Har-riman, and another, undoubtedly smaller amount for us. He probably wouldn't have left us anything if he could have helped it." She carefully avoided the fact that whatever inheritance existed belonged, nominally, to her. Lydia's parentage was cloudy, but most definitely had nothing to do with Elinor's father, and everyone knew it. Though British law declared a child born within a marriage to be the legal offspring of the husband, her father had been infinitely inventive in denying either child or his ex-wife any kind of support.
Lydia sighed. "Perhaps M. Picot would be put off another week if I allowed him a few liberties. A kiss would hardly compromise my soul if it kept a roof over our heads."
"No!" Elinor dropped another stitch, and tossed her knitting aside in frustration. She looked up at her sister. "The lawyer definitely said our father had left us something, though apparently there was some ridiculous stipulation that I would have to go to England to receive it. I just wish we'd known of his death sooner—we could have put this in motion months ago. I expect the death notice would have gone to our former residence, and since we left in the middle of the night with our bills unpaid they would have been unlikely to pass along any correspondence that might have showed up. I'm sure it won't be too miserable an amount. He wouldn't let his daughters starve."
Lydia's brief smile was wry. "Don't try to sweeten things for me. He always said he wanted nothing to do with the spawn of the harlot he'd had the misfortune to marry. Why should he change his mind on his deathbed?"
"Well, he was still angry. It was only a few years after mother had left him, and he was the laughingstock of London. Sooner or later he must remember that we are his blood and he has some responsibility to us."
"I thought he claimed we aren't actually his children, didn't he?"
Elinor could barely remember their father. He'd been a tall, singularly unpleasant man with little interest in anything but his horses and his women. It had always seemed patently unfair to Elinor that his wife had been denounced for following similar interests, but she'd learned fairness had little to do with reality. "Of course we're his children," she said. At least Lydia had never suspected the truth about her own parentage. "I'm as tall as most men, and I have his wretched nose."
"It's a very nice nose, Nell," Lydia said gently. "It gives you character, whereas I'm just a pretty little nothing."
"There are times when I would have given a great deal to be a pretty little nothing," Elinor said morosely.
"No, you wouldn't. I don't really think you want to be anyone but yourself, if truth be told," Lydia said.
Elinor forced a laugh. "You're probably right. I always was wretchedly strong-minded. I'd like to be exactly as I am, only fabulously wealthy. That's a reasonable enough request, isn't it? Unfortunately the only way to obtain a fortune is to marry one, and The Nose precludes that."
"A very good man would appreciate you, elegant nose and all," Lydia said firmly. "And I have every intention of marrying someone fabulously wealthy, so you don't need to worry about it. You will be free to marry for love."
Elinor snorted in disbelief, a very unladylike reaction. "A lovely thought, dear. But how are you going to meet this very rich man when we're living on the edge of the Paris slums? The next move will put us in the heart of them. It's going to come to that, eventually, and I'm not quite sure we'll survive."
"I have faith," Lydia said simply. "The answer will be provided when we need it." On top of everything else Lydia was a devout Christian, whereas Elinor had lost her faith years ago, when she'd met Sir Christopher Spatts, and now she accompanied Lydia to church only as a matter of form.
"I think the answer is long overdue," she grumbled. "If you could make it hurry up I'd appreciate it."
She heard the commotion coming from the back of the apartment, and Jacobs burst into the room, his hat in his hand, his weathered old face creased with worry, Nanny Maude close behind him.
"She's gone, miss," he announced.
There was never any question who he was talking about. "What do you mean, gone?" Elinor said, jumping up. "Is she dead?"
"No, Miss Elinor," Nanny said, her voice thick with worry. "Your mother managed to find the last of the money I'd had for food, and she put on her fancy dress and left."
"Oh, dear God. How did she manage that? I thought she could barely move," Elinor said, chilled. "We can find her, can't we? She can't have gotten far."
"I almost caught her, miss," Jacobs said miserably, crushing his hat with his big, strong hands. "I thought I recognized her running down the streets, but she got in a coach before I could catch her."
"A coach? Are you sure it was my mother? I didn't realize she still knew anyone with a coach."
"It was her," Jacobs said grimly. "And I recognized the coach. Even in the streetlights I could see the crest."
"Oh, Lord," Elinor moaned. "What new disaster has she gotten us into? Whose was it?"
"Bloody hell," Elinor said. "Don't look at me like that, Nanny Maude. I know you raised me better, but if any occasion deserved a curse then this one does. You know who St. Philippe's friend is, don't you, Jacobs?"
"I don't," Lydia piped up, her blue eyes shining with curiosity.
"You don't need to know," Elinor snapped.
"It's that devil, isn't it?" Nanny said, her voice grim. "She's gone and taken herself off to the devil's lair, where there's orgies and such, and she'll lose the tiny bit of money we have left and probably end up sacrificed to the dark one."
"I don't think they do sacrifices, Nanny," Elinor said in her most practical voice, trying to ignore her own racing heart.
"They do," Nanny said, nodding her head so vigorously her lace cap slipped off her silver hair. "Women go in there and are never seen again. They kill virgins and drink their blood."
"Well, if it's virgins they kill then I think our mother's safe," Elinor drawled, determined to take the terrified look off her sister's face. "And I doubt anyone will be so besotted with her that she'll disappear. She'll gamble away the money and then come crawling home, sick and helpless."
"You don't understand, miss," said Nanny. "It's the only money we have left. And she took the diamond brooch."
A cold chill ran down the center of Elinor's body. It was the last thing of value they owned, a poor piece with tiny, flawed diamonds that was worth very little, but she'd kept it hidden for an emergency that didn't involve their deliberately self-destructive mother. She straightened her shoulders. "Then I'll simply have to go after her."
She ignored Nanny's howl of protest. Jacobs said nothing—he knew there was no other choice. Lydia rose. "I'm going with you, Nell."
"You certainly are not. If I walk into that den of iniquity I know I'm safe. They'd be on you like a pack of ravening wolves."
"I think you overestimate my irresistibility," Lydia said with a grin.
"And I think you underestimate it. Nanny said they drink the blood of virgins, remember?" she said with just enough lightness to allay her sister's fears.
Unfortunately Lydia could see right through her. "You're a virgin too, darling, unless you've been keeping something from me. They'll drink your blood too."
Elinor didn't even flinch. "They won't be drinking anyone's blood. They thrive on scandal and secrecy, but I suspect they're not nearly as dangerous as they pretend to be," she said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"They murder babies," Nanny contributed helpfully.
"Hush," Elinor said. "I'mhardly ababy. Jacobs will take me to the house of the Comte de Giverney and we will extract our mother and be back before midnight."
"Begging your pardon, miss, but they were heading out of town," Jacobs said. "I think they've gone to his château."
Elinor remained calm. "And how far away is that?"
"Not far, miss. An hour out of town if we hurry."
"Then we'll be back by dawn," she said. "Safe and sound, and this time we'll tie mother to the bed when we can't watch her."
"And how do you intend to get there?" Lydia said. "Last I heard we had no coach, nor horses, nor money to rent them. Are you intending to walk?"
Elinor shared a knowing glance with Jacobs, who backed out of the room without another word. "Jacobs will handle it," she said smoothly. "In the meantime I'm counting on you to make certain Mother's room is clean and ready for her. We'll probably have to use the restraints we had from the time she was raving. It will depend on how much gin she's drunk and if she's been fed anything else dangerous."
"I don't want you going there alone."
"I'll go with her," Nanny said, bless her elderly heart. She was so crippled with the rheumatics that she could hardly walk, but she'd fight a dragoon of soldiers for her babies.
"No, Nanny," she said gently. "I need you to look after Lydia." She met Nanny's gaze for a moment, and a world of understanding passed between them. If by any bizarre chance Elinor didn't come back Lydia would need someone, and Nanny was their only choice.
Nanny nodded her head, and Elinor could see tears shining in her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, you two. I'm not walking into the gates of hell. The Comte de Giverney is just a man who throws decadent parties, not Satan himself, and I'm hardly the type of female to inflame his darker passions. Besides, Jacobs carries a pistol, and he'd shoot the first man who tried to harm me. I'll go in, ask for my mother, and they'll probably be happy enough to get rid of her. So there's nothing to worry about."
Posted July 28, 2010
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I prefer them tall, dark, tortured and vindictive, but Francis Rohan does pretty good.
Anne Stuart's Ruthless, the first book of the House of Rohan trilogy, is set a few years before the French revolution in Paris. As usual she does an excellent job of describing the setting in which the story takes place, including the aristocratic privileges that jointly with the financial crisis would eventually trigger said revolution.
Ruthless has two uncommon main characters.
Elinor is not as beautiful as the usual historical romance heroine, she has an ugly, manly nose. She is smart, brave, witty and loyal to her family, especially her young sister, for whom she would sacrifice herself. Elinor doesn't want anything to do with men because of a previous bad experience. She doesn't believe in God either. However, she has more in common with a traditional heroine than the hero has with a traditional hero.
Francis Rohan, Le Comte de Giverney, is a Scotsman exiled to France. He is clever, beautiful, sadistic, cynical, vain and loyal to his only friend. He doesn't believe in God or the devil, but he enjoys performing fake rituals for those who do. And as the leader of the Heavenly Host, (a.k.a. Debauchees"R"Us) he is worshipped like a demigod. He's nearly forty, and bored with his routine. He slowly but surely falls in love, for the first time in his life, with Elinor - maybe because she despises him and rejects him, something which has never happened to him before. Most of the book is dedicated to Francis eschewing the feelings Elinor inspires in him. He meets Elinor in a moment of his life when he feels twice as old as he is. She's nearly twenty years younger and in spite of the life she endures, an innocent compared with Francis's life experiences. Francis treats her as though he were her better and older benefactor. Their verbal duels are the best part of the book. These two can really say witty and hurtful things to one another! Because of his dark nature, and absolute lack of hope in anything good, Francis had decided not to procreate or ever marry. Marriage for him is a way to give a respectable woman the perfect excuse to take lovers. At one point, he tries to arrange a marriage between Elinor and his cousin and heir, so he could become Elinor's lover without tarnishing her honor. He does everything he can to gain her hatred, while he protects her. He risks his life for her at the end of the book, proving how much he cares.
Why did I like it? It's an amusing read. Being a romance I knew he would fall in love with her, and it gave me a 'gotcha' moment. He wasn't so wicked after all!
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Posted July 5, 2010
In 1765 Paris, English Lady Elinor Harrington struggles to prevent her hedonistic out of control mother from wasting what little funds they have left. When her mom runs off to a party hosted by the notorious King of Hell Viscount Francis Rohan, Elinor follows thinking she knows what debauchery she will find there, but is unsure of how to remove her mom from the decadence without causing a scandal.
Rohan knows an innocent Elinor does not belong in his den of iniquities. However, he is also stunned that his lower other head disagrees with his assessment of her. Thus he decides to play with her. However, as he lowers the bar with his S&M games, he finds himself wanting more from his now beloved who is confused by her sexually voracious "protector".
This erotic Georgian Era romance is not for everyone as Rohan living up to the title is an extremely dark lead male filled with Fire and Ice while Elinor initially comes across as a victim (of her mom and beloved). Sub-genre readers will enjoy this tale of codependency as the sexual predator becomes the prey of his mentee with love as the equalizer.
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Posted September 30, 2012
Posted August 17, 2010
Wow! this was an excellent read! this was my first Ann Stuart book and it wont be the last!! I adored the Hero character Francis is an extremely beautiful vain sexual villein that only an excellent writer could dream up! The heroine Nell is a strong willed plane jane who because of unfortunate circumstances meets Francis and battles him at every turn and the sexual energy the two characters creates is explosive! Anne starts the book off strong and keeps it strong all the way through with lots of powerful emotions and excellent secondary characters to pull it all together. I recommend this highly to anyone who loves a good sexy read!!!
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Posted December 15, 2013
I am all for sexual tension,but not when it spans 3/4 of the book. I was interested but kept thinking... come on go somewhere with this already. Will try Book 2 and hope the author picks up the pace. ceb...Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 16, 2012
What a deliciously dark and enticing anti-hero! This is my first book by Stuart and I loved it. It had all the forbidden evil intrigue of falling in love with an arrogant vampire without all the vampire nonsense!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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If you love historical romance that has a rakehell as the guy and an almost innocent lady plus a twist of a little mystery then you will love this book! Thanks for a great book. :)Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 15, 2011
Posted September 15, 2011
Brilliant and captivating. I love a book whos characters quickly capture your heart. Rohan's one of my new favorite fantasy men!!!! And the author did a great job making the story her own. I loved every second!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 27, 2011
I loved this book, couldnt put it down! Read it all in one sitting.... i will agree with one of the comments made... the author built up an awesome relationship, heated,hot, witty.... and then.... boom..... they love eachother? The End..... ahhh. did she get tired of writing?Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 18, 2011
Posted January 23, 2011
True to Anne Stuart's style the hero is a very complicated man. I couldn't put it down, but felt the ending a little too neat. Was glad to find the heroine a gutsy, determined character. No "vapors" for that one. A good read, probably not for new Stuart readers, start with the "Ice" series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 20, 2011
I really really loved Wicked House of Rohan. I love stories where the guy chases girl and gets girl and works out problems together. This is not that. In fact, the entire book is a lot of tease. They don't ever really fall in love to me. The end is a bit anti-climatic. If you like the kind of stories where girl hates guy, and then girl likes guy and then guy hates the girl and then in the last 2 pages they work it out after one intimate scene. Then this is for you.
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Posted November 13, 2010
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Exactly one year ago to the day, my adventure begun into the MAGICAL & WONDERFUL VIRTUOUS World of Historical Romance. With "Mine Till Midnight," by Lisa Kleypas, I was able to explore the BEAUTIFUL Romance of Amelia Hathaway & Cam Rohan. I never would've imagined in a million years that I would be reading another novel a year later with the same given name to the hero in this book. It's extremely bizarre how fate works! The STRONG convictions I felt for "Mine Till Midnight," I feel the same for this novel. I vastly overestimated this fable, I automatically assumed that Viscount Rohan would be maliciously cruel, and destructive, yet he was far from that revelation. He had become somewhat of a Guardian Angel to Elinor and her family. Instead of the wicked Fallen Angel everyone considered him to be, including himself. However, Rohan was extremely direct with his LICENTIOUS RENDEZOUS he undoubtedly preferred. And how Elinor would be a hindrance to him more than anything else. Yet through TRUE fervor along with the LOVE & DEVOTION from a MAGNANIMOUS WOMAN, could CONVERT THE WORST SINNER TO SAINTHOOD! The only aspect regarding the word RUTHLESS in this novel was the life Elinor dwelled in. Thanks to her treacherous and selfish mother, Lady Caroline. Fortunately if it weren't for Lady Caroline's clandestine tryst, being held in honor for the "Heavenly Host," located at Viscount Rohan's chateau, he and Elinor would've never encountered each other. ONCE AGAIN FATE IS TO BLAME! This was my first Anne Stuart novel, and without a doubt it was beyond my very expectations. I tremendously LOVED it, along with Lydia & Charles Reading PASSIONATE interlude, and the prequel to this series, "The Wicked House of Rohan." WELL DONE MS. STUART THIS NOVEL UNDENIABLY DESERVES NOTHING LESS THAN A 10 STAR RATING!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 21, 2010
Posted September 15, 2010
I'll admit this is not going to be my most coherent review, since I JUST finished reading it. I really, really liked this book. It was so good. She kept you hooked right up to the end. The character deveolopment was really good. I appreciated that she wrapped up the story rather than leaving cliffhangers. And despite the lack of a cliffhanger I will definately be adding the next book to my reading list. If you like historical romances that center around a rake hell and a woman of good charcter this is your story. Enjoy!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.