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Too Wicked to Kiss

Too Wicked to Kiss

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by Erica Ridley

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From the ravens circling its spires to the gargoyles adorning its roof, Blackberry Manor looms ominously over its rambling grounds. And behind its doors, amid the flickering shadows and secret passageways, danger lies in wait…
Evangeline Pemberton has


From the ravens circling its spires to the gargoyles adorning its roof, Blackberry Manor looms ominously over its rambling grounds. And behind its doors, amid the flickering shadows and secret passageways, danger lies in wait…
Evangeline Pemberton has been invited to a party at the sprawling estate of reclusive Gavin Lioncroft, who is rumored to have murdered his parents. Initially, Gavin’s towering presence and brusque manner instill fear in Evangeline…until his rakish features and seductive attentions profoundly arouse her.
But when a guest is murdered, Evangeline is torn. Could the man to whom she is so powerfully drawn, also ­be a ruthless killer?
“A unique gothic romance complete with murder, madness, and mayhem!"
--Virginia Henley, New York Times bestselling author

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Publishers Weekly
Ridley’s debut is an enticing marriage of Regency romance and murder mystery. Desperate to escape her abusive stepfather, Evangeline Pemberton runs to family friend Lady Stanton, whose daughter, Susan, was recently disgraced. Unable to marry a reputable man, Susan wants to snare Gavin Lioncroft, owner of gloomy Blackberry Manor and reputed murderer, and she demands Evangeline’s help. When Evangeline meets Gavin, she is surprised by their mutual attraction and shocked to find that her psychic visions vanish when she touches him. After a mysterious death occurs in Blackberry Manor, Evangeline uses her gift to unearth the true culprit. Evangeline, a young yet determined heroine, is the true star of the novel as she allows herself to love while making serious plans for her future. Plenty of violence, romantic tension, and sensual love scenes will leave readers eager for the sequel. (Mar.)

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Too Wicked To Kiss

By Erica Ridley


Copyright © 2010 Erica Ridley
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ISBN: 978-1-5161-0219-8


October 13, 1813

Evangeline Pemberton's head slammed against the carriage window, jarring her from another nightmare. For a moment, she thought she was still stuffed in a tiny, airless mail coach. No. She was almost free. She even had elbow room and a clean dress, thanks to the two scowling women seated across from her.

Lady Stanton, a narrow, angular woman with approximately the same shape and warmth as an icicle, stared down her nose at Evangeline with the same glacial expression she'd worn when Evangeline had appeared on her doorstep last evening. Then as now, Lady Stanton's thin, bloodless lips pressed tightly together, stretching the single black mole hovering below her left nostril. A pale lavender gown the color of snow in shadow swathed her sharp, bony limbs. Blond hair so limp and lifeless as to appear almost white coiled beneath her bonnet like the sloughed dry skin of a snake.

Evangeline clutched her too-small pelisse around her shoulders and averted her gaze to Lady Stanton's daughter. A pair of spectacles and a mint green hair ribbon softened the harsh pale beauty Miss Stanton — or Susan, as Evangeline had been bade to call her — shared with her mother, but the easy smiles she'd bestowed upon Evangeline earlier today had long fled from her face.

Susan's hands fell by her sides in loose fists to rest atop the crimson seat cushion. She wore mitts, long and tight as most gloves were, but without closed tips to cover the ends of her fingers. Perhaps she was immune to the harsh autumn chill.

Evangeline straightened the blanket across her lap and tried to ignore the carriage window's mocking reflection. Her borrowed dress was now wrinkled beyond all hope. Her stubborn hair refused to stay clasped to her head, choosing instead to cling to her neck and cheeks in damp curls. Grooves from the window frame left uncomfortable lines down her face.

"Thank you again for the invitation," she said, hoping to coax into the chilly confines of the carriage at least the pretense of a pleasant atmosphere. "This is my first time to London."

Lady Stanton turned her nose to the other carriage window, apparently preferring the lengthening shadows to idle conversation. Her thin fingers worked a delicately painted fan near her perfumed neck, filling the carriage with the cloying stench of unwatered roses left to wilt in a forgotten room.

Wait. Shadows. "How long was I asleep?"

Susan nudged her spectacles with the back of a gloved hand. "Hours."

"Hours?" Evangeline repeated, staring out the window in confusion. It had taken hours and hours to flee from her home in the Chiltern Hills all the way to London, but how could it possibly take hours to go from Stanton House to a local soiree? "Where are we?"

Susan glanced at her mother, who was still pointedly focused on the setting sun disappearing behind the skeletal gray arms of leafless trees stretching their knobby limbs toward the heavy sky. Perhaps Lady Stanton was worried the impending storm would delay their travel. But their travel where?

"Braintree," Susan whispered at last, as though wary of speaking the word aloud. "We're almost there."

The view from the dusty window dimmed with the setting of the sun, tinting the thick forest surrounding them from pink to purple to gray, until the only light came from the exterior carriage lamps.

Evangeline's flesh began to prickle. "I thought the house party was in Town."

"I believe I said 'outside London,'" Lady Stanton corrected without removing her gaze from the window.

From ten in the morning to twilight meant more than a little "outside" London but having thrown herself on the Stantons' mercy, Evangeline doubted she could complain and still expect shelter. A single day's drive was far preferable to the living hell awaiting her at home. If her stepfather let her live. At this precise moment, he was either whipping his servants for allowing her to escape from the pantry or well on his way to finding her and bringing her back.

"Your fiancé lives in ... Braintree?" she asked Susan, seeking to replace memories of small dark rooms with a more pleasant topic.

"Actually," Lady Stanton answered, "he's not her fiancé."

"Actually," Susan echoed without making eye contact, "he's never met me."

An uneasy tremor rippled through Evangeline's stomach. That was not precisely the same story they'd told her back at Stanton House when they'd loaded up the carriage and set off for a "local" party.

"I must have misunderstood," Evangeline said slowly, although she was certain her ears were as sharp as ever. "I thought you said you were going to marry him."

Susan adjusted her spectacles. "I am."

"That's where you come in." Lady Stanton closed her fan with a snap. Small hard eyes much paler than the blue of her veins glittered like a matching pair of hard, colorless diamonds. "To help her win his hand and his pocketbook, by fair means or foul. After all, recluses cannot spend their wealth alone. A simple compromise should do the trick. Merely get them alone, then 'accidentally' stumble upon them, screaming for all the world to hear. I'll take care of the rest."

"What?" Evangeline stared openmouthed at the Stanton women, momentarily abandoning her intention to appear calm and biddable. "I'm to entrap an innocent bachelor into marriage with a complete stranger?"

"He's no innocent," Susan said darkly, her gaze finally meeting Evangeline's. "Quite the opposite."

Meaning what? Evangeline focused on the two women before her. Something wasn't right. Something worse than saying "outside London" when one truly meant "a desolate stretch of uninhabited country." Something worse than saying "join us for a delightful party" when one truly meant "force a total stranger to the altar."

She shook her head, unable to believe the people she'd trusted to provide her shelter had abducted her in a mad scheme to win an unwilling husband. "Why not seek marriage in a more ... traditional way?"

"Would that we were able." Lady Stanton cast a quelling glance at her daughter. "Desperate measures must be taken now that the impertinent baggage is no longer welcome in London. Or by anyone who knows anyone who is welcome in London."

"If I were, we wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near Blackberry Manor." Susan smiled, but the humor didn't reach her eyes. "Of course, we might be caught dead anyway."

"What do you mean?" Evangeline fought the frisson of cold slithering between her stays and her spine. "Has there been an accident?"

"Not at all." Susan straightened her perfectly straight bonnet. "Lionkiller strikes on purpose."

"Lion croft." Lady Stanton rapped Susan's knee with the fan. "Don't bait the beast with that horrid nickname, or I shan't be surprised to see your body join the others."

Evangeline froze, unable to tear her gaze from Lady Stanton's hard, colorless eyes. "What others?"

One hand rubbing her knee, Susan glared at her mother. "Just his parents. Perhaps mine are next."

Lady Stanton returned her attention to her window. "Your father won't be attending the party."

Susan's eyes narrowed. "Pity."

Evangeline's gloved fingers dug into the squab. Such jests were never funny. "May I remind you," she said quietly, "I've just lost my mother."

"Five days ago." With her thin nose held high, Lady Stanton flapped a gloved hand toward Evangeline's face like a frantic bird unable to take flight. "If that's long enough to leave your home, it's long enough to ensure we return to ours with a betrothal contract."

Five long, long days of unspeakable grief. Five equally long nights of sleepless terror. And one desperate attempt to escape with her life. Evangeline's damp shift stuck to her skin as she rolled back her shoulders.

"No matter what you think, I am still in mourning. Nothing will change that."

"Nobody's asking otherwise." Her lip curled at Evangeline's still-shaking head. "You can mourn your mother and help Susan win Lioncroft at the same time. It's not as if he'd prefer whiling away his time with you."

Susan adjusted her hair ribbon. "Do you dance?"

No. But how humiliating to admit such a lack. Evangeline hesitated before replying, "When I'm not in mourning."

The eerie cries of unseen animals rose in harmony with distant thunder.

"She doesn't look like she's in mourning," Lady Stanton informed her daughter, sotto voce.

"That's because she's in my castoffs," Susan murmured back. "And I've never mourned anything."

"I'm grateful for your generosity." Borrowed silk scratched against her skin as Evangeline shifted uncomfortably. "But I can't condone tricking a man to the altar just to get his money, nor do I think locking ourselves up with a murderer for two weeks is in any of our best interests."

"Increased coffers are always in one's best interest," Lady Stanton countered. "But if you feel otherwise, so be it."

Evangeline's eyes widened. "Truly?"

"Of course." Lady Stanton's crystal eyes turned calculating. "Have a delightful walk back home."

A sudden burst of lightning lit up both the carriage and the countryside seconds before heavy drops of rain pelted the rattling windows.

Evangeline shivered as an icy breeze snaked through the cracks. "There's nowhere to walk to. Not even an inn."

"And you have no money," Susan put in, casting a pointed gaze at Evangeline's borrowed gown. "Which means you're dead either way, so you might as well help."

"Just so," Lady Stanton fanned her pale neck. "Miss Pemberton must do as she's told. As do you."

"Only because it's the lesser evil, I might remind you." Susan turned to Evangeline, her tone apologetic. "It was this or stay confined to the town house until summer. I'd rather wait until the end of the party to trap him, but Mother wishes to get the compromise over with first thing. Either way, we do need your assistance."

"To win the hand of a murderer?" Evangeline rubbed the gooseflesh prickling her arms. "Why wasn't he sent to the gallows?"

"Nothing was ever proven," Lady Stanton said with a snap of her fan. "Lioncroft's quite clever."

"And both reclusive and exclusive." Susan leaned forward, eyes shining. "We wouldn't even be invited if Mother wasn't a close personal acquaintance of his sister, Lady Hetherington. Just think — Lioncroft's first social engagement since he killed their parents. Scandal sheets would pay dearly for first-hand accounts of this party!"

"I do apologize," Evangeline said, although she felt like she should be listening to an apology rather than making one of her own. "But this is a bit too much intrigue for me. I would've preferred to work in your scullery than come along on this trip, had I known what you planned."

"Of course you would've." Lady Stanton arched pale eyebrows at Evangeline. "That's why we didn't tell you."

"I must insist I be left out of any schemes to —"

"Too late," Susan interrupted, tapping the window. "We're here."

Evangeline craned her neck for a better view and nearly broke her nose on the glass when the carriage jolted across yet another deep rut.

A castle rose in silhouette against the stark light of the moon. The house, if one could call it that, was a massive, sprawling mansion with three stories and a circular tower, all made of wide gray stones. Two wings jutted forward from either side, forming three sides of a square, with a large gate in the center. Darkness enshrouded the whole, for few candles burned at the windows. Heavy clouds gathered over jagged eaves. Two hulking guardsmen heaved open thick wrought-iron gates. Thunder growled across the sky.

"Blackberry Manor," Susan breathed, and straightened her spectacles. "Black, like Lionkiller's soul, and berry because he's going to bury us back in the garden with the rest of the bodies."

"Not until after your wedding," Lady Stanton snapped. "Coffers first, coffins second." She pointed her fan toward Evangeline. "And you'll do exactly as I say, Miss Pemberton, or you won't have a bed to sleep in."

"Then I'll just wait in the carriage," Evangeline muttered, her breath steaming against the window. She cleared the glass with one sleeve. Fat droplets splattered against the rain-streaked pane as she stared at the looming mansion. Stone beasts glared at her from their crouched positions upon the roof.

As they neared, more and more orange light flickered in the windows. A flock of ravens settled atop each tower. She could never live in such a dark, lonely place.

She wasn't even certain she could survive a fortnight.

As the heavy iron doors closed behind her with ominous finality, Evangeline came to a dead stop inside the entryway to Blackberry Manor.

Despite the tall arched ceiling with its bowed wooden beams curving at the creases like so many rib bones, the air was thick, heavy, oppressive, as if she had not stepped into the foyer of an aristocrat's mansion, but a long forgotten sepulcher untouched by anything but death.

At Lady Stanton's unveiled glare, Evangeline forced her feet further into the echoing anteroom. The cold marble floor spreading from her battered boots to the edges of every wall might have been ivory or alabaster or cream in color, had there been more light than the occasional flickering sconce. Instead, the murky pattern was a foggy, swirling gray, as though a thundercloud had hardened beneath her feet.

Were there no windows? Evangeline craned her neck to peer upward, just beneath the rafters. Ah, yes. Several. But not the kind to let in light.

The narrow slashes high above her head were the sort suited for medieval castles, for skilled archers to aim their deadly arrows at those who would trespass below, not for illuminating entryways for members of Polite Society. This evening, no archers crouched at the ready, just as no sun hung in the sky. Only the slipperiest, blackest of shadows filtered through the thin cracks to fall upon her upturned face like the cool caress of ghostly hands. The wisps of damp hair on Evangeline's neck fluttered nervously, touched by a breeze she could not feel.

Lady Stanton, for her part, was momentarily nonplused. Gone was the calculating gleam in her eyes, replaced by ... not fear, precisely. Wariness. As if she would cleave to her stratagem as planned, but was no longer convinced of its wisdom.

Susan stood in the very center of the room, perhaps determined not to edge too near to the shadows seeping from the corners. Her wide, quick eyes took in the ceiling, the staircase, the narrow slits of lightless windows, and then her trembling hands were at her pale face. She snatched off her spectacles and shoved them in a pocket. Evangeline had the terrible suspicion Susan did so because she had no wish to see just what they'd gotten themselves into.

A gaunt, wizened butler stood silently against one wall, the sputtering candle above his head doing little to illuminate his expression. His gnarled face remained impassive when whispers came from an adjacent hallway, then footfalls, followed by a beautiful blond lady, four spindly-limbed footmen, and three cowering maids.

The lady did not look at home in the mansion, despite her fancy dress. She looked frightened. After a jerking peek over her shoulder at the vacant marble staircase curving up from the anteroom's furthest shadows, she hurried into the foyer to greet them.

Lady Stanton moved forward, her steps hesitant. "Lady Hetherington."

"Good evening." Lady Hetherington exchanged an indecipherable glance with the butler before facing her guests. "Lady Stanton, Miss Stanton, Miss ...?"

"Pemberton." Evangeline joined the trio and gave her a tentative smile.

The regal lady did not smile back.

"That's Lionkiller's estranged sister," Susan whispered to Evangeline. "The countess."

"The footmen will see to your trunks," the lady continued, her voice low and hushed. "You must be exhausted after your journey. Hot water is on its way to your rooms." She gestured to the three girls still hovering by the doorway. "Molly, Betsy, and Liza will be happy to —"

"We have our own maids," Lady Stanton interrupted stiffly. She appeared wounded the countess would even offer to supply such a common staple as ladies' maids, but the crack in her voice suggested she was floundering for any sense of control.


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Meet the Author

New York Times bestselling author Erica Ridley learned to read when she was four, which was about the same time she decided to be a writer when she grew up. Now, Erica writes Regency-set historical romances. Since becoming active in the writing community, all of her manuscripts have finaled in or won various RWA chapter contests. Erica is also the webmistress of her local writing chapter. When not reading or writing romances, Erica can be found riding camels in Africa, zip-lining through rainforests in Costa Rica, or getting hopelessly lost in the middle of Budapest. Readers can visit her website at www.ericaridley.com.

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Too Wicked to Kiss 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 101 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1813 Evangeline Pemberton runs away from her abusive stepfather taking sanctuary at the home of family friend Lady Stanton. Her host's disgraced daughter Susan knows she will never marry any man not engulfed in scandal so decides alleged murderer Gavin Lioncroft will be her husband even though she believes he killed his parents. She orders guest Evangeline to help her catch the dark owner of grim gargoyle Blackberry Manor. Evangeline attends a party at Blackberry Manor, which she finds frightening with ravens flying overhead to greet guests. She is bit surprised by her attraction to Gavin, who is as shocked by his feelings towards her. Even more stunning to Evangeline is that when they touch her psychic skill shuts down. When a murder occurs, she vows to prove her beloved is innocent by apply her paranormal ability to solving who committed the homicide. This is an entertaining Regency Gothic romance starring a terrific heroine who holds the story line together, a brooding lead male with a mysterious past, a scandalous cousin, and a manor house with gargoyles on the roof and ravens flying around them. Overly dramatic yet so vividly fun to follow as the suspense filled story line is fast-paced from the moment Evangeline (Longfellow would be pleased) meets Gavin. Sub-genre fans will enjoy this dark romantic historical and look forward to a sequel. Harriet Klausner
relekais More than 1 year ago
pretty enjoyable for the most part, I did catch myself rolling my eyes at the main female character Evangeline sometimes, and thinking "gee whiz lady get a clue!" She just seemed to not be able to be believable to a certain degree, in dealings with the main male character Gavin. But otherwise I liked it alot.
CherylM112 More than 1 year ago
Erica Ridley's debut novel, TOO WICKED TO KISS is a wonderful addition to the gothic romance scene. And the title couldn't be more perfect. Just who is too wicked to kiss? Is it the hero, the darkly mysterious rumored murderer, Gavin Lioncroft? Or the heroine, Evangeline Pemberton, a strong, feisty runaway with a paranormal gift? Actually, it could also be anyone of the well drawn secondary characters because this book is just plain wicked. Wicked fun that is. This book has it all. A gothic romance filled with sexual tension, a touch of the paranormal, plenty of humor and a murder so tightly plotted you'll never be able to guess who "done-it". This book is a true winner and I can't wait for the next in the series. Ridley is a new author not to miss.
dhaupt More than 1 year ago
Too Wicked to Kiss by Erica Ridley is a must for lovers of Romance and Gothic Mystery. It's a classic Who-Done-It in the mists of a great Romantic Suspense novel. Erica gives readers a slam dunk with this lively, page turning novel. Her story line/plot keeps our interests while we hurry to turn page after page as her storytelling genius unfolds. The dialogue is flowing and witty and tense and goes very well with the Victorian England setting she puts us in and while her words flow she gives us distinct pictures that are easy to visualize. Her characters are all well developed and interesting and while some you love there are others that you will love to hate, but you will non-the-less want to know each one as she does intimately. Her hero the dashing and tortured Gavin Lioncroft and heroin the unsinkable Evangeline Pemberton are amazing as she turns them into a couple, but equally dominate the novel in their own right. Her mystery is the best clue game you ever played and her romance is sultry and sensual and sizzles on the page. So if you're a die -hard mystery fan who never thought a romance was in your future, give this one a try. And if you're a romance fanatic who's never given a mystery any thoughts I think you'll both be pleasantly surprised by this exceptional read.
Auntie_Mame More than 1 year ago
Great spoof on gothics, laugh out loud funny with great dialog. Reminded me of early Amanda Quick, plucky heroine and brooding male lead.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Erica writes a good story. Characters are well thought out and narrative is easy to follow. I love romances and and time I find a new author that I like it's great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book and was amazed when I read that it's Erica Ridleys first novel. It was very well written and kept me entertained from start to finish. The characters were well developed and interesting. The plot was well thought-out and intriguing, and the romance between to the two main characters was believable and paced well. I also found parts of it very funny. Also, she was very descriptive and gave the reader a strong sense of atmosphere. Very good book.
Anonymous 6 days ago
Really enjoyed this book! It was like clue a bit, but the addition of a heroine with a supernatural gift in a historical romance setting was a nice change. The story was funny, mysterious, and romantic all in one well written novel.
Anonymous 10 days ago
Really enjoyed this story. Characters were all over the place and crazy but fun to read about. Had to get Susan's story too!!!
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Historical_Romance_Lover More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading this story! Evangeline was just trying to get away from her horrible step father when she goes from one hot mess to another! Lots of angst combined with a recluse of a hero and you have one great story! I loved reading how Evangeline and Gavin found their HEA despite all that stood in their way! Thanks go out to Kensington Books via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Erica Ridley is an author more known for her optimistic heroines and her brooding heroes. With Too Wicked to Kiss, the characters are edgier and the twists are many. Ms. Ridley steps further away from the light hearted fair into an alternate world of suspense, darkness and murder. There are far more chills than frills but peeking out from all the gothic pretense is an allure that blends well with the intense nature of Gavin's persona and the vulnerablity of Evangeline's.
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
This was an okay read for me. I liked both Gavin, the brooding tortured hero and Evangeline, the girl in danger and doing what she must to survive, not to mention she has a special gift. The story, a murder mystery is fast paced and interesting. There is a lot going on in this story and in some instances may have been a bit much. Looking forward to the next in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looking forward to the next book.
LadyScarlet More than 1 year ago
It's a nasty mean house party. Just about each one of the guests are detestable human beings! The Hero and Heroine are well-matched in this twisted "Clue-like" who dunnit house party.
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