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Hiding his deep yawn behind his hand, Seth Rhodes wondered, not for the first time, why anyone would wish to leave the warmth of their bed at dawn to be shot at.
Or why anyone would think he would want to be there to witness it.
Still, Carlton was one of the few, rare friends he had maintained from his formative years, and he was therefore bound to agree to second him in this ridiculous duel.
Such utter tripe, the insult Carlton claimed the young pup had given him. The man was simply feeling his age, longing for the supposed adventures of his youth. And Seth had the terrible feeling that the young man who just rode up on a rather impressive Irish racer was a much better shot than Carlton could ever be.
The young man slid from the horse, eyes flashing, even in the early morning light. Odd, really. He didn't believe such fiery anger could be pretended before noon, much less honestly felt.
"Are ye ready? I've plans by eight bells. Let's move this along, yes?"
Carlton surged up, nostrils flaring in a most amusing manner, and Seth put a hand to his arm. He looked the lad over, stifling a smile with less success than he had the yawn. "Yours was the insult. You have chosen your weapon?" A formality, as he knew very well the lad had chosen pistols.
"Pistols. The distance?" The rich brogue was clipped, lips tight, but the stocky body was relaxed, easy, no sign of distress.
"Twenty paces should suffice." He looked at Carlton. "I don't suppose you would care to apologize?"
Grim-faced, his friend shook his head. Seth shrugged. "Very well. Pace off, and I will call to fire. Unless you have seconds arriving, sir?"
"I don't. You ready, then? I've notmuch time to play with you." At Carlton's nod, the men stood back to back, Carlton's challenged a head shorter and a bit wider, curly red hair flaming in the rising sun. Then they paced off and faced one another.
Seth waited until they were at right angles to one another, both at the ready before he called. "Fire!"
The explosions were loud, a small, dark hole appearing in the meaty part of Carlton's shoulder, his friend's pistol falling to the ground. The young man stood and watched, eyes hooded. "Our argument's done now."
Posted January 29, 2010
Quite honestly, I think my expectations were much higher than they should have been. The free sample which had originally convinced me to buy this book had shown me a story with potential. The language was unique, in a Victorian-esque way; the characters, though placed in a cliched setting (one being wealthy and calm, the other short-tempered and penniless), hinted at just enough intrigue to hold my attention; and the stage had been set for the inevitable romance, all within the first chapter. Perhaps the fact that the plot commenced so rapidly should have been my first warning.
If you're looking for smut, then, by all means, read this one. Granted, the smut is not as raunchy as it could have been, being intertwined with the social etiquette of the day--but it IS smut. I hadn't thought it was possible to have so much sex in such a small novel that not only made the plot become obsolete, but utterly diminished the erotic quality, and yet here I am, proven wrong.
The first twenty pages are more interesting than the last, oh, eighty or so. I predicted the entire novel. On some days, I would take that as a good thing; for this book, however...
All in all, a wonderful opening to a horrid story. Sorry, B.A.Tortuga--I am unimpressed.
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Posted September 20, 2011
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