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Meet the Blackthorn brothers—Three unrepentant scoundrels infamous for being mad, bad and perilous to love

Charming, wealthy and wickedly handsome, Oliver "Beau" Blackthorn has it all…except revenge on the enemy he can't forget. Now the opportunity for retribution has fallen into his hands. But his success hinges on Lady Chelsea Mills-Beckman—the one woman with the power ...
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Overview




Meet the Blackthorn brothers—Three unrepentant scoundrels infamous for being mad, bad and perilous to love

Charming, wealthy and wickedly handsome, Oliver "Beau" Blackthorn has it all…except revenge on the enemy he can't forget. Now the opportunity for retribution has fallen into his hands. But his success hinges on Lady Chelsea Mills-Beckman—the one woman with the power to distract him from his quest.

Desperate to escape her family's control, Lady Chelsea seizes the chance to run off with the notorious eldest Blackthorn brother, knowing she's only a pawn in his game. But as Beau draws her deep into a world of intrigue, danger and explosive passion, does she dare hope he'll choose love over vengeance?


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Michaels (The Secrets of the Heart) launches the Blackthorn Brothers series with a harrowing romantic adventure. In Regency-era London, Lady Chelsea Mills-Beckman fears that her newly pious brother will force her to marry Rev. Francis Flotley. Knowing that Oliver "Beau" Blackthorn holds a grudge against her brother, who branded him a bastard and destroyed his relationship with Chelsea's sister, Chelsea suggests that Beau elope with her to Scotland, saving her from the minister and getting his revenge in one fell swoop. Their difficult travels together cement their proposed union both emotionally and physically. Beau is reluctant to let Chelsea marry him and become a social outcast, but Chelsea's stalwart, unflappable nature wins him over. The fast-paced story is carried by extremely realistic characters whose hidden depths are gradually revealed, with no one portrayed as wholly good or evil. (Aug.)
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"Kasey Michaels aims for the heart and never misses."

-New York Times bestselling author Nora Roberts

"Michaels has done it again...delectable." -Publishers Weekly (starred review) on The Butler Did It

"Michaels' new Regency miniseries is a joy...You will laugh and even shed a tear over this touching romance." -RT Book Reviews on How to Tempt a Duke

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459208933
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/26/2011
  • Series: Blackthorn Brothers Series
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 253,967
  • File size: 770 KB

Meet the Author


USA TODAY bestselling author Kasey Michaels is the author of more than one hundred books. She has earned four starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, and has won an RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award and several other commendations for her contemporary and historical novels. Kasey resides with her family in Pennsylvania. Readers may contact Kasey via her website at www.KaseyMichaels.com and find her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorKaseyMichaels.


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Lady Chelsea Mills–Beckman, always the epitome of grace and charm, launched the thick marble–backed book of sermons directly at the head of her brother, Thomas, as of the past two years the seventeenth Earl of Brean.

Her aim was woefully off, and the tome missed him completely, which did nothing to improve her mood.

His lordship bent down to retrieve the book, inspecting the spine for any hint of damage before closing it and setting it on his desk. He was a man in his early forties, too well fed, and with a pink complexion that always seemed to border on the shiny. He thought himself handsome and brilliant, but was neither. He more closely resembled, Chelsea believed, an expensively dressed pig.

"God's words, Chelsea, delivered through the holy Reverend Francis Flotley himself. 'A woman's role is to obey, and her greatest gift her compliance with the superior wisdom of men. Let her gently be led in her inferior intellect, like the sheep in the field, or else otherwise lose her way and be branded morally bereft, a harlot in heart and soul, and worthy only of the staff.'"

The siblings had been closeted in the study in Portland Place for little more than a quarter–hour on this fine late April morning, and yet this was already the fourth time her brother had quoted from the book of sermons. Which, clearly, had been at least one time too many, as it had prompted the aforementioned action of her ladyship wrenching the book from his hand and sending it winging at him.

"Herd us poor, silly, brainless women, lead us gently by the hand as long as we obey, and beat us with the staff if we refuse to behave like sheep. That's what that means. What a pitiful mouthful of claptrap," Chelsea countered, attempting to control her breathing in her agitation. "You're a parrot, Thomas, mouthing words you've learned but haven't taken the time to understand. And did you ever notice, brother mine, that all of this nonsense is always penned by men? Is that what's next for me? You're going to beat me? As I recall the thing, you were once rather proficient with the whip, and not averse to employing it on someone who could not defend himself."

The earl quickly rose to his feet, open hand raised as if to strike his sister down, but then just as quickly seated himself once more, pasting a truly terrible smile of brotherly indulgence on his pink face.

"Certainly not, Chelsea. But you have just proved the reverend's point," he said, joining his hands in a prayerful attitude. "Women have not the intellect of men, nor do they possess the cerebral restraint necessary to combat rude and obnoxious outbursts. But I will forgive you, for it is just as the reverend has said, again, only delivering God's message as he hears it spoken to him."

"God talks to the man? Well, then, perhaps I should try having a small chat with God myself, and then the next time He talks to the reverend He can tell him to stop trying to rub up against my bosom as he pretends to bless me. That may not do much to enlarge my small intellect, but it might just save the reverend from a sharp kick in the shins."

The earl sighed. "Scurrilous accusations will get you nowhere, Chelsea, and only show your willingness to impugn the reverend's character by spouting baseless charges in order to…in order to get your own way."

"Forgot the rest of the words, did you? I mean it, Thomas, you're a parrot. You're devout by rote, certainly not by inclination."

"We aren't discussing me, we're discussing you."

"Not if I don't want to, and I don't!"

"We've moved beyond what you want, Chelsea. You've had your opportunities. Three Seasons, and you're still unwed, and very near to being on the shelf. Papa was much too indulgent of your fits and starts, and you missed a Season as we mourned his passing, may the merciful Lord rest his soul. Now we are halfway through yet another Season, and you have thus far refused the suits of no fewer than four gentlemen of breeding."

"And one out–and–out fortune hunter who had you entirely hoodwinked," Chelsea reminded him as she paced the carpet in front of the desk, unable to remain still. Her brother had always been stupid. Now he was both stupid and holy, hiding his fears behind this new supposed devotion, and that somehow made it all worse. She believed she'd liked him better when he'd been just stupid.

"Be that as it may, and there is still a question on that head, if you will not choose a husband, it is left to me to select one for you, as I helped do for your sister. You should be immensely flattered that he has taken an interest, most especially as he has firsthand knowledge of your.your proclivity for obtrusive behavior. I can think of no one finer than Reverend Flotley."

"You open your mouth yet again, Thomas, but it's still Francis Flotley's words that come out of it. I can think of no one worse. I'd rather wed a street sweep than put myself in the power of that religious mountebank. I reach my majority in a few weeks, Thomas, and you cannot order me to marry that.that oily creature. Oh, stop frowning. A mountebank, since you obviously aren't of a superior enough intellect to know, is a person who deceives other people for profit. Sometimes it is by selling false cures, and for the reverend, it is selling false salvation. You really think he has a direct conduit to God? I hear Bedlam is full of those who think God speaks to them. You could ask any one of them to intercede for you without paying them a bent penny, and I can go my own way."

"And where would that be, Chelsea?" Her brother was maintaining his composure, something he had struggled long and hard to do ever since he'd nearly died during a bout with the mumps two years earlier, passed to him by one of Madelyn's wet–nosed brood of brats— It having taken Madelyn a run through a pair of female offspring before she'd succeeded in producing a male heir for her husband, who'd then at long last agreed to leave her alone, so she was free to regain her figure, buy out Bond Street every second fortnight and sleep with any man who wasn't her husband.

At any rate, and Madelyn's disease–spreading offspring to one side, Thomas was devoutly religious now, having promised God all sorts of sacrifices in exchange for rising up from what could have been his deathbed, and it had been the Reverend Francis Flotley who had successfully delivered, and continued to deliver, the earl's messages to God in his name.

Since their father's untimely death and Thomas's own near brush with that final answer to the trial of living, the earl no longer drank strong spirits. He did not gamble. He'd given his mistress her conge and was now, for the first time in their marriage, faithful to his wife—who, Chelsea knew, was none too happy about that turn of events. He wore expensive yet simple black suits with no ornamentation. He did not lose his temper. He read the evening prayers in the drawing room each night at ten and retired at eleven.

And he continued to pour copious amounts of money into the purse of Reverend Flotley, who, Chelsea believed, had decided marrying the earl's younger sister to be a guarantee that the supply of funds would then never be cut off, even if his lordship were ever to suffer a crisis of faith…or meet another lady of negotiable moral standards he might want to set up in a discreet lodging somewhere.

"Where would I be? Are you threatening to toss me into the streets, Thomas?"

He sighed. "I did not wish for it to come to this, but I have sole control over your funds from Mama until you are married. You have a roof over your head because of my generosity. You have bread on your plate and clothes on your back because I am a giving and forgiving man. But more to the point, Francis and I see your immortal soul in danger, Chelsea, thanks to your headstrong and modern ways. I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to make this decision for you. The banns will be called for the first time this Sunday at Brean, and you and the reverend will be wed there at the end of this month."

Chelsea was caught between panic and anger. Anger won. "The devil we will! You think you almost died, and your answer to that is to sacrifice me? I thought it was only your cheeks that got fat—not your entire head. I won't do it, Thomas. I won't. I'd rather reside beneath London Bridge."

The earl opened the book of sermons and lowered his gaze to the page, signaling that the interview was concluded. But he could not conceal that his hands were shaking, and Chelsea knew she had nearly succeeded in rousing his temper past the point the Reverend Flotley had deemed good for her brother's soul. "Not London Bridge at least. We leave for Brean in the morning, where you will be made safe until the ceremony."

Chelsea felt her stomach clench into a knot. He was planning to make her a prisoner until the wedding. "Made safe? Locked up, that's what you mean, don't you? You can't do that, Thomas. Thomas! Look at me! I'm your sister, not your possession. You can't do that."

He turned the page, ignoring her.

She whirled about on her heel and fled the room, her mind alive with bees and possibilities… and filled with one thought in particular, a memory that had been conjured up thanks to Thomas.

When she reached the main foyer she told the footman to order her mare brought round and then raced up the sweep of staircase to change into her riding habit before her brother came to his senses and realized that a prisoner tomorrow, warned of that pending imprisonment, should also be a prisoner today.

"So, I've been lying here thinking, and I've come up with a question for you. Are you ready? Hell and damnation, man, are you even awake?"

There was a muffled and faintly piteous groan from somewhere in the near vicinity, and Beau turned his head on the couch cushion—not without experiencing a modicum of cranial discomfort—to see his youngest brother lying on the facing couch, facedown and still fully dressed in his evening clothes. Although one of his black evening shoes seemed to have gone missing.

"A moan is sufficient, thank you. Now, here it is, so pay attention if you please—how drunk is it to be drunk as a lord?" Beau Blackthorn asked Robin Goodfellow Blackthorn, affectionately known to his siblings and many friends as Puck.

"Sterling question, Beau, sterling. Not sure, though," Puck, yet another victim of their dear actress mother's intense admiration for William Shakespeare, replied, lifting his head and squinting through the long, dark blond hair that fell across his face as he commenced staring intently at a brass figurine depicting a scantily clad goddess with six—no, eight—oddly extended and bent arms. At least he probably hoped that was it, because if there were, in reality, only two arms, then he was as drunk as any lord had been in the history of lords. "Twice as drunk as a.a what's it called? Three wheels, place to pile things. Dirt, stones. Turnips. Wait, wait, I'll figure it out. Oh, right. A wheelbarrow? That's it, drunk as a wheelbarrow."

Beau stared at the half–empty wine bottle he held upright against his chest as he lay sprawled on the matching couch in the drawing room, realizing that he no longer possessed any urge to relieve it of the remainder of its contents. Not if he was still drunk enough to be asking his irreverent and weak–brained brother for answers to anything. Besides, his stomach was beginning to protest, threatening to throw back what had already been deposited in it.

"Still the half–wit, aren't you, Puck? Wheelbarrows don't drink. Stands to reason. They don't have mouths. Remember old Sutcliffe? He once said he was drunk as David's sow. Don't know any Davids, do you? One with a sow, remember, that's the important part. Not enough to know a David. Has to be a sow in there somewhere."

"David Carney is married to a sow," Puck said, grinning. "Says so all the time. I've seen her, and he's right. Are we still drunk, do you think? Shouldn't be, not seeing as it's light outside those bloody windows over there, and the mantel clock just struck twelve while you were talking sows. Or that might have been eleven. I may have lost count. Or perhaps we're dead?"

"The way my head is beginning to pound, that might be best, but I don't think so. Now, back to the point. I'm drunk, you're drunk. We're drunk as bastards, surely. But are we as drunk as lords? Can bastards be as drunk as lords?"

"You going to start prattling on again about bastards and lords? Thought we'd done with that by the time we'd cracked the third bottle. Bastards, I have found, can't be anything as lords," Puck said, cautiously levering himself upward far enough to swivel about and sit facing his brother. He pushed his hands straight back through his nearly shoulder–length hair, so that he could tuck it behind his ears. "See my ribbon anywhere? It'll all just keep falling in my eyes otherwise."

"I could ring for somebody to fetch Sidney. The man owns a scissors, which is more than I can say for your valet."

"Blasphemy! The ladies would never forgive me. My hair is a necessary part of my considerable charms, don't you know. If I am to be Puck, then I shall be Puck. Mischievous. A sprite, a magical woodland creature."

"And none too bright."

"Ha! So you say. But still, much better–looking and virile, and definitely more amusing. Every maiden's dream, although I've not much time for maidens. They demand so much wooing, and once you've finally got them into bed they don't know what they're doing. By and large, a dreadful waste of time."

Beau had also sat up and placed the wine bottle on the floor, next to the table positioned between the pair of couches, so that he could better rub at his aching head. "Is that it? Are you done now? Because there are times I think you'll never truly grow up. I left and you were a child, and I came back to find you older, yet no wiser."

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

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    an exhilarating romance

    In London, Lady Chelsea Mills-Beckman is desperate as all indications are that her brother who recently found religion will marry her to Reverend Francis Flotley. She needs a way out and decides scandal is it as the good reverend would never wed a woman with baggage. Her choice is Oliver Beau Blackthorn who loathes her brother Thomas for whipping him and holds a grudge against her sister Lady Madelyn for humiliating him years ago when he vowed to return one day.

    Lady Chelsea offers Oliver a deal that will give him what his heart wants and her escape; she suggests they elope to Gretna Green so that she can be ruined and unworthy of Flotley. Though he tries to be a gentleman and refuse her proposal, he acquiesces. However, the trek proves harrowing physically and emotionally as they begin to fall in love, but he believes Chelsea deserves better but he knows he could not convince her otherwise; she believes Chelsea deserves Oliver.

    The opening Blackthorn Brothers historical romance opens with an exhilarating romance due to a powerful cast, even the lead female's snobbish siblings come across as carrying baggage as Thomas feels he never obtained his dad's approval only his scorn. The story line is fast-paced and the race to Gretna Green is filled with dangerous action as love enters the coach if Chelsea and Oliver take a chance.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted May 2, 2013

    AWESOME - What a delightful read - I love the way the author is

    AWESOME - What a delightful read - I love the way the author is a great storyteller - times you laugh and are on edge. Don't have to read books in order.

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  • Posted February 2, 2013

    Blackthorn brothers are a delight

    I truly enjoyed the story of Oliver & Chelsea. Their characters are engaging and interesting. Chelsea's brother was not up to par with the other characters but still the book is worth your time. If you enjoy intelligent women meeting up with regency rakes then you will be happy to read this book.

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  • Posted March 14, 2012

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    4.5!!SIMPLY REFRESHING!! THE TAMING OF THE RAKE by Kasey Mich

    4.5!!SIMPLY REFRESHING!!



    THE TAMING OF THE RAKE by Kasey Michaels is an exciting new historical romance trilogy,"The Blackthorn Brothers" trilogy. A refreshing story of three bastard brothers,or are they? The Blackthorn Brothers are scoundrels,sexy,handsome,wealthy,with a unconveniental family,who believe themselves bastards in every way. And the three women who will capture their hearts and teach them a thing or two about love,acceptance,courage and danger.All three brothers are named after Shakespeare characters by their mother. Full of witty banter between the hero and heroine,but with seriousness of the situation from page three to the very last page. "The Taming of The Rake" is the story of the eldest Blackthorn brother, Oliver "Beau" Blackthorn and Lady Chelsea Mills–Beckman.Their adventure into danger,their dash to Gretna Green,while escaping Lady Chelsea's brother,their love,romance,passion as they learn to trust each other. Simply refreshing! This author has written a serious story,with an intriguing plot all the while engaging in light-hearted banter between the brothers, Lady Chelsea and Beau.Received for an honest review from Net Galley and the publisher. Details can be found at HQN,the author's website, and My Book Addiction and More.



    RATING: 4.5

    HEAT RATING: MILD

    REVIEWED BY: AprilR,My Book Addiction and More

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  • Posted October 28, 2011

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    Quite tame indeed

    Surely Lady Chelsea is the epitome of sound reasoning as she determines that her odious brother cannot force her in an unwanted marriage with a sleazy reverend if she beats him to the punch first by marrying the last man that her brother would ever approve. Which is why Oliver Blackthorn finds himself unexpectedly on his way to Gretna Green with his enemy's sister. Beau had dreamed of bringing shame to Chelsea's brother as payback for a past humiliation, but when his conscience starts bleeding into his heart, will revenge prove to be just as sweet as a possible romance?

    One of my favorite aspects of a historical romance is the witticisms that gets sprinkled within its pages, most notably the very first sentence to kick off the story. The Taming Of The Rakestarts off on the right foot as we see how peacock-brained Beau had been - and how horribly Chelsea's brother scoffed at his lowly rank. However, fast-forward a few years, as everyone races to Gretna Green, I start to lose momentum on the main characters - and instead wished that the steries had started off with the other Blackthorn brothers who seem more colorful than Beau. The romance between Chelsea and Beau seemed a tad too rushed, and while that can work in a story, in this one, I would have liked them to slow it down a notch and had more time to get to know each other.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2011

    Good but not excellent!

    I enjoyed this book, was funny, romantic but it lacked a good plot, because is the same thing in the beginning until the end, in the middle of it, I started jump pages, but I still want to read the others in this serie.

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  • Posted July 8, 2011

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    Very enjoyable! On pins and needles while I read it!

    Review by Jen:I am a fan of Kasey Michaels, so when I had a chance to read her new historical series, I grabbed it. The premise for this series is quite interesting. The Blackthorne brothers are all bastards... literally. Their father is an earl and their mother is an actress who abandoned them pretty early in life. Their father raised them, provided everything the boys could ever want... except to be legal heirs.

    So in this first book in the series, Beau has become a jaded man. He had his heart stomped on when he thought he was in love with a young lady, but came to find out she'd just been using him as a fling. That was the first time that his being a "bastard" really hit home to how the circumstances of his birth affect his place in society. Jump about 7 years forward and Beau is recovering from a night out on the town with his brother when Chelsea appears on his doorstep as she's on the run from her brother and his horrible matchmaking skills. Beau hasn't seen Chelsea since the day her sister broke his heart. Chelsea has a plan to get back at her siblings. Defy her brother and society by running off to Gretna Green with Beau. The story follow Chelsea and Beau on their flight to Scotland, as well as her siblings and thwarted fiance's chase after them. Of course, nothing can go smoothly for anyone on this journey. Beau is called home for a family emergency. Then they run into a young couple eloping and decide to help them out. And there's the ever present threat of Chelsea's family who is just one step behind.

    All the twists and turns make for this book to be an enjoyable read. I always seemed to be at the edge of my seat, anxiously turning pages to see how they would get out of their next predicament. I'll admit by the end, I was starting to think "enough already". How many roadblocks can one couple face? And then the final showdown between Beau and Chelsea's brother... well, it was on the anticlimactic side after all the build up.

    And the characters... the romance between Chelsea and Beau was fun to watch and to root them on. Both are so stubborn, the reader is on pins and needles waiting to see who is going to budge first. However, the villains of the story just seemed to be a bit too extreme for my tastes. I couldn't stand the role of the would-be fiance. He's a religious nut-job and even from the page, made my skin crawl every time he appeared. And Chelsea's brother is a weak worm of a man, at the point where he can't think for himself anymore and find himself essentially under the control of his "pastor". And when Chelsea's sister makes and appearance, she may have been the most sane person of the trio, but she too was written as just an extreme character that I kept wishing that the carriage carrying the three of them would just be incinerated by a random asteroid falling to earth.

    All that said, I really enjoyed the book whenever the "villains" were off-stage and then sped through their scenes to get back to the real story. And I'm looking forward to seeing where Ms. Michaels takes this series.

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