Wicked Wedding of Miss Ellie Vyne

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Praise for The Most Improper Miss Sophie Valentine:

"Fresina shows a decidedly humorous, as well as sensual, side that is sure to enchant readers...A true charmer of a read. " —RT Book Reviews

WHEN A SCANDALOUS LADY...

By night Ellie Vyne fleeces unsuspecting aristocrats as the dashing Count de Bonneville. By day she avoids her sisters' matchmaking schemes and dreams up torments for her childhood nemesis—the ...

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Overview

Praise for The Most Improper Miss Sophie Valentine:

"Fresina shows a decidedly humorous, as well as sensual, side that is sure to enchant readers...A true charmer of a read. " —RT Book Reviews

WHEN A SCANDALOUS LADY...

By night Ellie Vyne fleeces unsuspecting aristocrats as the dashing Count de Bonneville. By day she avoids her sisters' matchmaking schemes and dreams up torments for her childhood nemesis—the arrogant, far-too-handsome-for-his-own-good James Hartley. Her latest prank: "winning" the Hardey diamonds in a card game from James's mistress.

STEALS FROM A NOTORIOUS RAKE...

James finally has a lead on the thieving Count de Bonneville, tracking him to a disreputable inn. He bursts in on none other than the brazen, irritating, nearly naked Ellie Vyne. Convinced she is the count's mistress, James decides it's best to keep his enemies close. Very close. He must get those diamonds back, and seducing Ellie will be the perfect bait.

IT CAN ONLY END IN A WICKED WEDDING

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Until its final quarter, this English historical romance, set in 1822, from Fresina (The Improper Miss Sophie Valentine) shines. James Hartley and Ellie Vyne share a magnificent kiss while in disguise during a masquerade ball. He doesn’t recognize her, but she knows him as a heartless Hartley, whose family has feuded with hers for a generation. The free-thinking Ellie has a partly undeservedly fast reputation, although she does gamble disguised as a French count to fleece the gentry and pay the bills. When she wins the Hartley diamonds from James’s mistress, a romantic farce begins, complicated by a man also masquerading as Ellie’s French count. James and Ellie banter and quibble with comic perfection, and his wry valet and a 13-year-old titled lady. with a flair for the dramatic add more humor. But as the book nears the conclusion, issues of trust vex the couple. Their sexy to-and-fro turns tedious and the narrative becomes workmanlike. (Jan.)
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"This story is funny and engaging and there is never a dull moment. I couldn't put it down." - The Eclectic Review

"A gem of a book. The author captured my attention from the beginning and held it until the very last page. " - Forever Book Lover

"This is a fun story with some interesting twists. " - Mixed Book Bag

"Witty, funny, and quite comical." - The Romance Reader

"This was a fun, laugh out loud, enjoyable read... Jayne's style is great, a touch of humor, some fun antics, great dialogue! " - Stitch Read Cook

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781402266003
  • Publisher: Sourcebooks, Incorporated
  • Publication date: 1/1/2013
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 447,316
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Jayne Fresina sprouted up in England. Entertained by her father's colorful tales of growing up in the countryside, and surrounded by opinionated sisters, she's always had inspiration for her beleaguered heroes and unstoppable heroines. She lives in upstate New York. Visit www.jaynefresina.com.

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Chapter 1

Brighton, June 1822

He didn't see her at first. Staggering through an arch in the tall privet hedge, confident he'd finally located an exit, James Hartley found himself trapped instead at the very center of a moonlit maze-a vexatious piece of trickery through which he'd stumbled haplessly for the past half hour. At this rate he'd never find his way out. Cursing loudly, he reclaimed his hat from the prickly hedge, struggled to reorganize his brandy-soaked brain, and focused his fuzzy gaze.

Thus, the ice queen appeared.

On a stone bench, flanked by neatly trimmed topiaries, sat a woman clad from head to toe in white and silver. She was so ghostlike and luminous under the bright summer moon that he toppled sideways in surprise, once again ensnared on the hedge by buttonholes, cuffs, and any other part of him with a convenient notch.

While he fought the grasping tendrils of the privet for a second time, the woman turned her head to calmly observe all the fuss, and he saw she wore a black eye mask. Her smile was begrudging, her head bent in slight acknowledgment of his presence. Anyone would think she was the real Marie Antoinette, not just a woman costumed as the ill-fated French queen.

James had left the masquerade ball for fresh air and escape-particularly from women-but he couldn't very well turn away without a polite word. Not now she'd seen him. Besides, there was something about the way she sat, very calm and still, that suggested she wouldn't trap him in conversation. In fact, she'd turned her back again now, dismissing James as someone of no interest.

Well, good. Most people expected him to be full of charm twenty-four hours a day, and it was a terrible burden. As Grieves, his valet, had dryly observed, this was the dark side to being an Infamous Rake-the valet's description, not his. But James was not in the mood tonight to chat and flirt with her. Whoever she was.

He straightened up, brushed himself down with his hat, and looked at her again.

She still paid him no attention.

Was there something wrong with her? Perhaps she was ill. Women, generally, did not ignore James Hartley.

With one hand to his mouth, he cleared his throat loudly. Still nothing.

Perfect, because the last thing he wanted was to entertain a strange woman and cheer her out of a bad mood or tears or a headache. He'd tolerated enough sobbing females exclaiming over the great love they had for some other man, while smearing their tears, their confessions, and their runny noses all over his shoulder. Lately, for some reason, James had gone from being the problem itself to being the one with whom they shared their problems. Then, once they'd had reassurance from him, they ran off with another fellow. When James recently complained to Grieves about becoming a combination confessional and advising father to these young women, the valet had remarked, "This is what happens, sir, to aging rakes. Women begin to view them as harmless and one of their own."

It was a thought so distressing he didn't leave his house for two days.

The woman on the bench kept her rigid pose, back turned to him. If she was ill, she may need his assistance.

On the other hand, perhaps she'd left the overcrowded ball for reasons similar to his, in which case she was probably annoyed to have uninvited company. Yet whatever she felt about his clumsy arrival, she stayed. No doubt she was hoping he'd leave. Ignore him, and he'd go away. Was that her plan?

Hmm. Rather discourteous of her.

Had she been expecting another man to appear under that arch? Glancing back at the darkness through which he'd stumbled, James thought he saw a shape withdraw, slowly absorbed by the denser shadow. A subtle movement rustled the leaves of the privet, no more than a passing rabbit might. Someone up to no good. So the ice queen had a secret assignation planned. Ha! She'd simply have to forget about it, because he was not going back through that maze to be lost again, solely for her convenience. He had as much right to be there as she did, and James needed that bench. He'd drunk a great deal of brandy, and fresh air multiplied the less pleasant effects. All he wanted was to sit, before his legs crumpled.

He approached to introduce himself and abruptly reconsidered. Dressed as a highwayman from the previous century and wearing a leather eye mask, he could be anyone. As could she. There was much to be said for anonymity.

He swayed forward in a teetering bow. "May I join you, madam?"

Her lips parted, exhaling a small, weary sigh. "I don't own the maze. Or the bench."

The voice sounded faintly familiar, as did the tone of delivery, but he could not ponder it for long. If he didn't sit down immediately, he'd fall down.

"I'll take that as a yes then," he muttered.

She tipped her head back to look up at him, and moonlight gleamed on her tall, white-blonde wig. Tiny jet beads around her mask shimmered like the stars overhead. "I can't stop you, can I?"

"No." He tripped forward, knocking his knee on the edge of the stone bench and almost falling into the prim little topiary at one end of it. The sullen creature did not shift over to make room and instead claimed the center of the bench, her ridiculous panniers spread out on either side. To sit, he had to push her frills and the rigid underframe aside with his thigh. Blinking hard, he dizzily examined the side of her semimasked face. "Marie Antoinette," he growled.

"Indeed." Her gaze was fixed on a point of some distance. "And you must be Dick Turpin."

"Honored." He put out his hand, but she ignored it, and eventually he used it to scratch his chin. Damn. He hadn't shaved today. Just his luck to meet a pretty woman, alone, under the moon, and look like an unshaven ass. Unfortunately, Grieves had gone off visiting relatives for a few weeks, and James was in Brighton alone for an impromptu visit. Things had a tendency to go awry without his capable valet to keep them in order. He should never have given his man an entire fortnight holiday, but Grieves could be the most enormous sulk if he didn't get his own way.

"Must you breathe all over me?" the woman exclaimed.

He hiccupped. "You could leave, madam."

"I was here first."

True. In his pickled state, he was actually glad of her closeness to keep him upright. If she suddenly left the bench, he suspected he might, in fact, tumble over. He tried folding his arms but abandoned the idea after a few attempts.

She gave another sigh. "Isn't the sky beautiful tonight?"

Aware that looking upward could send him to the grass, flat on his back, he merely agreed with her, his gaze pinned to her cheek.

"I wonder how many stars there are," she added.

"Millions. Even more we can't see with the human eye." He wondered again why she hadn't got up and left. Most women would, considering his improper proximity. "Were you waiting for someone, madam?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact." She finally turned her head and looked at him. "I'd promised myself that the next man who came through that arch would be the man I married. Whoever and whatever he was. I'm being hounded into it, you see, and I'm afraid I'm rather tired of men in general, so I decided to take my chances. Why not? Marriage is all about taking a gamble, isn't it? I've done plenty of that."

He frowned hard, trying to focus. She didn't blink. Her eyes, half in shadow, peered at him through the holes in her mask.

Before he could reply, she added, "And then you stumbled into view." An odd, halting laugh interrupted her last word. She shook her head, the pearls dangling from her ears, spinning and dancing. That laughter sounded familiar too, but he just couldn't get his thoughts to behave in any sensible pattern. They were all over the place, weaving about like his body on that small bench.

"Me?" Did she know him?

If she did, she covered the slip. "A soused highwayman. How terribly appropriate." Once more she turned her face up to the glistening, star-dimpled sky. "All those little lights up there, and the one that falls to earth for me is you. Oh, the absurdity!"

Bracing his shoulders, he made a concerted effort to sit upright without leaning on her. "I could be quite a catch, madam. I could be a most eligible bachelor."

"Could you?"

"A great many people are mistaken about me." He watched her lips bend in a little smile. "They make aslumptions."

"Aslumptions?"

Wait a minute. That didn't sound right, but he had to explain it to her somehow. It was most important that he get his point across and make her look beyond what folk usually saw. Why it was so necessary for a stranger to know the truth, he really couldn't say. Perhaps it was her smug face and those softly pouting-rather lovely-lips.

"Yes. Yes." He waved his hand impatiently then grabbed her ruffled lace sleeve for balance. "They get it all wrong."

"Do they?" She sounded amused as she watched his fingers abuse her dainty lace.

James drew his stomach in, chest pushed out. "One day they'll eat their words."

"Will they?"

She wasn't listening. Women did that superior thing with their mouths when they were certain of being right, and nothing could convince them otherwise. "Yes, they damn well will. You'll see. I'll find my way, my purpose."

She shot him a bemused look through the holes in her black silk mask. "Aren't you a little old to still be seeking a purpose?"

"Aren't you a little old to still be looking for a husband?" Not that he knew her age. He was guessing, of course. From her confident attitude, he'd say late twenties at least. Definitely no blushing, giggling debutante. And there was her own confession of being "tired" of men, which suggested she'd been around the social circuit long enough to acquire a weary distaste for it. Much as he had.

Who the devil was she?

Her lips were pursed very tight now, as if she thought he'd insulted her by alluding to her age, but he'd meant only to shoot her own arrow back at her. It was rather unsporting of her to take offense. Like most women, she didn't play fair.

"I don't really want a husband," she said. "If I wanted one, I could have had one by now."

She had a heart-shaped face with a very determined chin. Her lips reminded him of sweet, fancy little sugar cakes served on fine china and handed around by silent butlers at very exclusive hotel teas. Delicate confections he would get a slap 'round the cheek for swallowing three at a time when his grandmother caught him in the act.

The ice queen's neck was slender and long, accentuated by that ridiculously tall wig. She most definitely had all her parts in their place, he thought, slowly admiring every inch of her swanlike neck and the jutting swell of bosom below it. Hoisted inward and upward by a tight corset, her shapely flesh was almost bursting out of its lace.

A moment ago he'd been running away from women and conversation. In just a few short minutes he'd changed his mind about both. Could be the drink, he reasoned. Things often seemed most awe inspiring when under the influence of brandy.

So, if she didn't really want a husband...

"Then what do you want?"

"Isn't it strange no one has ever asked me that before?" She looked down at her lap. "You'll laugh."

"I most certainly will not." He slammed a hand to his heart, hiccupping again. Inwardly he cursed himself for prompting her to tell. Now he'd hear all about a man who wouldn't or couldn't marry her. Or some such nonsense. And he'd listen patiently then reassure her that the fool didn't know what a mistake he'd made. Finally, after spilling a few tears and borrowing his kerchief, or his sleeve, she'd run off back to the ball.

Why couldn't he have told her he didn't care about her problems? No. He had to open his stupid mouth and ask, didn't he?

Softly she said, "I want a little room filled with books. There should be a fireplace and an old dog sleeping in a basket beside it. A few comfortable chairs with lots of pillows. All of it overlooking a pretty garden. A little place of my own, where no one ever bothers me. That's all."

The pearls hanging from her ears were still now, her words forced out as if shy to be heard. Moonlight touched the smooth orbs of her bosom above the bodice of that elaborate ball gown, and James wistfully followed the rapid lift and fall with his woozy gaze.

"Is that too much to ask?" she added.

He hastily quelled another hiccup. "No. Not at all. Not at all." That was all she wanted? He'd give her a house full of such rooms, he mused. Anything she wanted. "It seems you'd be a vast deal more economical to keep than most women I know."

"Do you mock me, sir?"

"No!" he replied, wounded.

"Kindly stop staring at my bosom."

He felt his face heat up. It was unusual for James Hartley to be flustered by a woman, and he didn't like the sensation. "You chose to wear that style gown, I assumed you wanted them to be looked at."

Expecting a slapped face, he was surprised when she laughed. It was a delightful, smoky sound, deep and more than a trifle lusty. He didn't know any women who laughed like that, unguarded and naughty. Or did he? He squinted hard at her lips, trying again to think coherently.

"I suppose you're right," she conceded eventually, her eyes two warm beacons of reflected starlight through her mask. "I wouldn't have dressed this way if I didn't want to be noticed." Again he sensed she would never normally admit this. Because they were both hiding behind masks, it was permissible to speak with honesty.

"And you wanted to be admired," he pressed.

"And...yes"-she inclined her head-"I wanted to be admired."

Leaning closer, he crushed her silk skirt with his thigh. "What's your dog's name?"

"My dog?"

"Old fellow. In the basket. By the fire."

"Oh." She flushed prettily under the edges of her mask, and he got the sense she was surprised he'd paid attention. It ruffled her proud feathers to be proven wrong about him. "I haven't got one yet."

"Why not?"

"I haven't got a home to keep him in."

He frowned, grasping her lacy sleeve tighter in his fist. "Where do you live then?"

"Nowhere," she said. "I wander."

A light breeze blew the sounds of the crowded ballroom toward them through the hedges of the maze-violins, laughter, the chink of glasses, and a sudden swelling blast of chatter, as if doors had swung open. How much longer did they have before someone from that world intruded? Suddenly he couldn't bear to think of going back into the fray alone, without her.

"I'll make a confession too," he said. "I drank too much brandy tonight." He sincerely wished he hadn't, for what he needed now were his wits about him and breath that tasted of mint leaves. Then he could have kissed her the way she needed to be kissed. As he knew, instinctively, she never had been. There was too much sadness in this strange wayfarer, and the husky laughter that spilled out of her made it all the more poignant. Because he saw through it.

Amazing how brandy always made him deeply perceptive. Sober, he could be a complete numbskull, so he'd been told.

"Evidently. You won't be holding any carriages up tonight, Mr. Turpin."

"Hmmm?" Turpin? Who the devil-?

"Your costume, sir," she reminded him, smiling.

"Aha, yes! I could take you as my prisoner. I'm known for my charming, seductive ways. You won't be disappointed."

She chuckled playfully and raised one hand to his chin, fingertips lightly stroking stubble. "You flirt with the Queen of France, sir. I can only suppose the drink has made you too bold. Beware what you do."

He gazed again at the soft pink pillows that formed her lips. Sweet confectionary, made to be admired and then devoured. Dear Lord, he wanted to sink into them, kiss her hard, ruthlessly. "Let's escape the maze together." He meant it. This one could not get away. He wouldn't lose this one to another man. He grabbed her wrist, bringing it to his lips. "Run away with me."

"I am tempted, sir. You have no idea how tempted. But I know that one of us, if not both, will regret it by light of day."

He pressed his lips to her knuckles. Her skin tasted the way it looked-warm, tender, and as mouthwatering as a sugary marzipan novelty. Very subtly perfumed. He advanced his kisses along her slender arm and under the lace ruffles that tumbled from her elbows.

"Mr. Turpin," she chided, "you take advantage of the moonlight."

Blood pumped faster through his veins, hot and dangerous. He skipped the rest of her arm, advancing directly to the décolletage, where he planted a damply impassioned peck to the gently heaving mounds. First one, then the other. She made no move to prevent this brazen caress. James shifted even closer, slipping just the tip of his wayward tongue into the scented valley between her breasts. He felt her shiver, heard her quickening breath. But again she didn't stop him. Slowly his tongue wound a path upward to the side of her neck, where he kissed her excitable pulse and inhaled more of that delicious, alluring scent. His sweet tooth unable to resist, he tasted her skin, gently sucking it between his teeth.

"Mr. Turpin! I can allow this to proceed no further."

She stood quickly, one hand to the patch of skin he'd made wet with his mouth. He almost toppled over.

"Don't go. Stay." He clutched for her hand and somehow caught three of her fingers. "Please."

At the word "please" she faltered. She glanced over at the hedge. "I hear someone approach. I fear this pleasant interlude is over, sir."

Still he gripped her fingers. He was ravenous, his need mounting. He wanted to feast on her here and now, in the grass. "How can it be over, madam? 'Tis only just begun between us."

"Tomorrow you will wake with a sore head. You will have forgotten me."

"No." He envisioned his body over hers, covering her, caressing her, and teasing her clothes away. Under the moon and stars he would cast all gentlemanly constraints aside and mate with her. It was dangerously close to primal, brute need taking over.

Her free hand cupped his rough chin and lifted it, until he felt the warm moonlight bathe his face. "Then come find me again when you're sober. Catch me if you can."

Despite his brandy-soaked breath, she kissed him on the lips, and it was no tentative, maidenly touch. It overflowed with yearning, tore through his hazy reality, left his world reeling. And he returned the kiss with equal measure. From the first touch of her tender mouth to his, he was a lost man, the flame ignited deep within and consuming his rapt soul.

As their lips parted, she whispered softly, "You're fortunate, sir, that although I can seldom afford it, I'm partial to the taste of fine brandy."

The extraordinary woman fled, disappearing through the shadowy hedge in a blur of silk. James made one lunge after her but caught his foot on a tuft of grass and fell forward onto his face, where he stayed, finding it too much effort to move again.

***

Lucky for him, his pockets were empty this evening, or she could have relieved him of more than his kiss, just for a lark. Drunken fool.

Ellie Vyne ran through that maze as if Lucifer's minions were at her heels. Reckless, she chose turns without the slightest idea which direction she traveled. A fragile laugh bubbled out of her, snagged and shattered on each jolting breath. Of all the men in the world, why did it have to be James Hartley who kissed her that way? Why was he-her long-sworn enemy-the one man who kissed her just the way she wanted? Now he'd got her in a most irritating and irrational state of confusion.

He was a Hartley, she was a Vyne, and as such, they were heirs to a feud that began years before. In addition, he was the most infuriating, hypocritical rakehell she'd ever met, and the man who never thought of her as anything but a nuisance.

The man who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

Now she'd gone and kissed him, like a complete and utter lackwit. Good thing he wouldn't remember it by morning.

Perhaps James Hartley's worst sin was that he once, within her hearing, referred to her as "a girl with neither beauty, grace, nor sense." And then he took it a step further. "Ellie Vyne?" he'd remarked loudly to a roomful of guffaws, "or Ellie Phant?"

She was just sixteen at the time and had never forgotten it. How could she? Well aware of her shortcomings as a rather plump girl who always seemed to be where she was least wanted and never around when she was required, the last thing she needed back then was James Hartley pointing her faults out to the world at large. She'd always sworn she'd get her vengeance one day. Perhaps, she mused darkly, that was why she kissed him. What other reason could there be? In truth, his spiteful comment all those years ago had done her a favor. It made her determined not to be crushed, never to let another word wound her. After that, she made certain to dance every dance, no matter who asked her, never to seem as if she cared about anything beyond a jolly good time. Most often it worked. She had only the occasional lapses in confidence.

Her skirt brushed against the privet, making the crisp leaves rattle with a ghostly shiver. There was a break in the hedge. She ducked through it, still running, and saw the house ahead of her. Aglow with candlelight, crystal, and mirrors, it was a treasure box overflowing, held in the curved sleeve of dark blue velvet sky.

A woman swathed in ruby tassels and amber silk, reminiscent of a gypsy fortune-teller's tent, flew across the lawn. Tripping over curly toed slippers, she called anxiously, "Oh, James! James darling, where have you gone?" Once in sight of Ellie, she cupped a hand to her mouth and shouted, "Have you seen a gentleman in the guise of a highwayman?"

The poor woman looked quite desperate-and foolish, in what might only be described as a harem girl's costume. Apparently dignity had gone out the window this evening. James Hartley had that effect on women.

Ellie jerked a backward nod over one shoulder. "He's in there. Lost." Someone was going to have to rescue him, and it couldn't be her.

The slave girl waved her thanks and scurried onward. Before Ellie had taken another step, a second woman appeared, this one dressed as a nun but with a little too much paint on her cheeks and a brassy, unnatural shade of red hair peeping out from her wimple. She trotted giddily down the terrace steps. "James? James, I wish you did not hide from me like this." The unlikely nun let out a sharp curse as she stubbed her toe on a stone planter. Then she noticed Ellie. "I say, have you seen a tall, handsome fellow in a tricorn hat and a leather mask? Did he come this way?"

Ellie struggled to quell the mischievous smile that pulled on her lips. "Oh yes. Dick Turpin's in the maze, Mother Superior."

The second woman ran on, lifting her habit to show a pair of ankles in fine silk stockings.

Again Ellie moved forward, only to be stopped by yet another searching young lady, this one dressed as a shepherdess, plainly in want of a sheep. Before the third woman even spoke, Ellie pointed over her shoulder. Frowning fiercely, beribboned crook clasped in both hands, the angry shepherdess marched off in the same direction as the other two women.

Ellie watched the figures retreat and suddenly caught a shadow, a flutter in the corner of her eye. Someone, hovering behind her, had retreated hastily from the moonlight and merged with the tall hedge. She waited, but whoever it was, they did not approach to get her attention.

Curious. Perhaps she'd imagined it.

She quickened her steps toward the brightly lit house and gave in to another burst of laughter, thinking again of her enemy, stranded and hapless in the maze. For just a few moments she'd made him want her. Sweet victory for the girl he'd once dismissed. It was a powerfully good feeling. But such rare sensations were best in moderation. Wouldn't want it to go to her head.

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    This review was first posted at Reading Between the Wines!

    I have two words for this book. Utterly delightful. Seriously, I adored not only our heroine, but our hero too. Let me just tell you Ellie Vyne if a mess. She can't seem to walk across the front yard without dirtying her person or her dress. She might be described as plain, but our girl has a sharp mind. *woot woot* Lets hear it for female protagonists with brain cells! She puts them to good use too. On occasion she masquerades as the dashing Count de Bonneville to fleece the good gentlemen of the society out of their money. Is she doing this because she's greedy? No. She's using her wits to make money on the sly to pay for her sister's two seasons of debut in society to meet husbands, then to help take care of her stepfather and the house that he loves which is falling apart around him. So what's Ellie's problem? The rakish James Hartley who has a way of rubbing her the wrong way.


    James Hartley is being pressured to settle down with a wife from his grand-mama. He's also being chased by all of the women who want to use him for his bed sports. The thing is, this predicament is all his own fault. However, no one seems to notice that he's trying to change. He wants to settle down, and he wants the mysterious woman dressed as Marie Antoinette he met in a garden at a party where he was thoroughly pickled. Of course, while searching for his mysterious Marie he has to chase down that dastardly Count de Bonneville who has possession of some diamonds that belong to his family, from whom he received from one of James' former bed mates in payment for her gambling debts. Instead of finding the Count when he tracks his movements down to an inn, he finds the disastrous Miss Vyne.

    I'm picky about my historicals, but this book was so cute, had an awesome sense of humor, and delightful characters that made it a total pick me up for the past two days. I'd say Jayne Fresina's book is highly recommended and give it a four and half wine glass toast of brandy in salute. Please note, it deserves brandy because Miss Vyne loves it so.

    18 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2013

    Could have been beter.

    Interesting premise, likeable heroine, and enjoyable set-up. But, I lost interest as the story progressed. The story seemed to run out of steam, but the author kept writing.

    13 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2014

    Not for me

    Thanks but no thanks on this free Friday offering. I will check back again next week. Have a nice day. Oh, and I was not paid or gifted for this review, therefore, I felt no need to be a plot spoiler. Hysterical bodice rippers are not for me.

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    12 out of 40 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2014

    Plot spoilers

    Plot spoilers ruin the book. Just a few lines is all thats needed to leave a review. You do not have to rewrite the book.

    8 out of 40 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2014

    Charming

    This was a free friday book and what a treat it was. Well written, nicely paced, good dialogue and best of all interesting, fleshed out characters. OK so the plot wasn't particularly complex, it was still well constructed and very amusing. Reminded me of a GB Shaw play or a classic Romance (note the upper case R). It is an historic-ish romance novel though so if that isn't your thing, don't bother reading it as you won't like it and you'll only complain about bn offering only trash or stupidity or some such even though it was FREE. Anyway bn thank you and fyi, I would have paid for this one.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 17, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    THE WICKED WEDDING OF MISS ELLIE VYNE by Jayne Fresina is an exc

    THE WICKED WEDDING OF MISS ELLIE VYNE by Jayne Fresina is an exciting Historical Romance set in 1822 England. Book 2 of the "Sydney Dovedale", but can be read as a stand alone with some re-appearing characters. See," The Most Improper Miss Sophie Valentine". Meet Ellie Vyne/Count de Bonneville,who is providing for her family how she can,proposing as the dashing Count de Bonneville. And James Hartley,Ellie's childhood nemesis,who Ellie, as the Count has just won the "Hartley" diamonds from his mistress in a card game. A "Catch Me If You Can" game begins when James thinks Ellie is the Count's mistress. With a bit of laughter,a lot of misunderstanding,trouble,can love blossom between two old childhood nemesis? You must pick up "The Wicked Wedding of Miss Ellie Vyne" to find out. What begins as trouble can only end in a wicked wedding and love,hopefully. Filled with surprises,family issues,drama,passion,a bit of laughter,a bit of romance,and a lot of love. Revenge is sweet or so they say. A witty,fun story of love and trouble.Fast paced and adventure filled. Ms. Fresina pulls her readers into her stories with gusto and lots of fun. A must read for anyone who enjoys laughter,witty characters,drama,romance and love. Received for an honest review from the publisher. For more details visit the author's website,Sourcebooks Casablanca and My Book Addiction and More.

    RATING: 4.5

    HEAT RATING: MILD

    REVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction and More/My Book Addiction Reviews

    5 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2014

    Sweet, funny romantic romp of a story

    Cuddly up by the fire to enjoy this sweet, funny romantic romp of a story. Miss Ellie Vyne is not your average single girl looking for a husband. What happens is funny and a little bit naughty. Have fun reading it.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2014

    I don't even look forward to free Fridays anymore since it's bec

    I don't even look forward to free Fridays anymore since it's become nothing but silly romance novels.

    3 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2014

    very good story jmm44

    You will enjoy this story set in the1800's of Ellie setting her sights on him while impersonating a Count--some unexpected events almost ruin her plans but it all works out in the end!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 16, 2014

    This book was very well written about about two trouble-makers i

    This book was very well written about about two trouble-makers in the 19th century...  He has a reputation as a rake, and she has resorted to disguising herself and gambling (cheating with slight of hand) in order to provide for her stepfather and sponsor her half-sisters' "coming out".  

    The two have hated one another for 17 years, as long as they've known one another--is it possible for them to overcome those feelings and forge something stronger?

    This was a fun read, and even though you know (because of the nature of the genre) that they will finally end up together, the author keeps you guessing as to how.  

    The thing that bothered me about the story was that I wanted the author to put just a little more into the end, to include the announcement and the reactions of the people at the ball.  As it was, the ending was too abrupt, and cost a star in my rating.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2014

    Good

    A good story. I can't wait to read other books about the characters found within this tale.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2014

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    Sexy, feisty fun.

    Complex plotting and exceptional writing skill combine to make this book a nice surprise. It is a step above the usual historical romance, with interesting characters who are flawed, and come to know it...and then learn to rise above it. The dialog is often droll, employing some tongue-in-cheek double entendre, yet the book is far from silly. The sexual tension is nicely built and played out, and in the end I felt the characters had earned their happiness.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 16, 2014

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    This is the first Jayne Frisian book I have read. She has the mo

    This is the first Jayne Frisian book I have read. She has the most quirky, hilarious and unique characters in her story like Lady Mercy, Grieves, Smallwick, and many others. Ellie does for others and gets herself in trouble in the process. She masquerades as a French Count for money to help her 2 half sisters and also to pay her step father's many bills. James is a rich man who shows the world that he all shine and no depth. He plays fast and loose with woman but also regrets that he lost his son, that he didn't know he had, in childbirth. Ellie and James have know each other since Ellie drew a ink mustache on his face when she was 10. They have a HATE relationship. A very drunk James meets a stunning woman who kisses him and he wants her above all others. The only problem is that it was a masquerade and he doesn't know who she is. Well it was Miss Ellie Vine and she is now in a love hate relationship with him. James goes after the Count for his family diamonds that his former paramour lost. He discovers Ellie in the count's room and thinks she is the count's paramour. So begins their wild adventure to Sydney Dovedale. They pick up many hilarious characters on the way. My favorite is Lady Mercy. Lady Mercy needs a swift spanking or kick up her bootie. This book does have some periods in which the story just off track. It has many hilarious points so I give this book 3 fingers up and 7 toes.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 15, 2014

    Excellent Twists

    Winderful read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2014

    Liked

    I very much enjoyed this book. All the twist and turns in the story line make for a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2014

    A most read

    Totally enjoyed. Will look for any books related to story line.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 21, 2014

    Great Read!

    This is my first book by this author and I will definitely read another! The last part of the book was a little excessive in the obstacles standing in their way, but the great characters more than made up for it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2014

    Interesting

    A new twist and interesting twist really enjoyed it after I wasn't confused anymore by the first couple of pages. Highly recommended

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2014

    A surprisingly good read

    Good read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2014

    Ky41

    Prefection! The right blend of comedy, sensual romance and witty banter. A must read.

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