"I want to know you, to understand anything at all about you, because you are the most maddening lady I have ever encountered."
He's the perfect gentleman...
After years hidden away from the mockery of the Ton, proud Andrew Clifton, Lord Amberstall, is finally ready to face Society again. But when his horse is injured on the road to London, Andrew finds himself literally thrown at the feet of the beautiful, infuriating, and undeniably eccentric Katie Moore.
...she's anything but a lady.
Katie always preferred the stables to society, so when she was badly injured in a riding accident, she was more than happy to retreat to the countryside and give up the marriage mart for good. She never expected an infuriatingly proper lord to come tumbling into her life-and she certainly never expected to find herself wondering what it would be like to rejoin the world at his side. They couldn't be more different, and soon Andrew and Katie find themselves at odds about everything but the growing passion between them...and a keen awareness of a threat that may end their unconventional romance before it has even begun.
About the Author
Elizabeth Michels grew up on a Christmas tree farm in rural South Carolina. After tip-toeing her way through school with her focus on ballet steps and her nose in a book, she met a boy and followed him a thousand miles away from home to Kansas City, Missouri, before settling down in North Carolina. She attended Park University where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a BA in Interior Design. Elizabeth is a lover of happily-ever-afters; she invites you to read her stories, get lost, and enjoy.
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September 10, 1818
Andrew rounded a bend in the road and urged his mount into a small patch of woods. Damn the open terrain of the moors. He'd realized he was being followed an hour ago, but could do nothing about it, only push ahead in the dense fog. Pulling his knife from the scabbard strapped beneath his coat, he slid from his horse's back and waited.
Shadow's Light pawed the ground and exhaled a puff of exasperation. "Shh," Andrew breathed into the mist. "You'll have us found within the minute with all that snorting." He reached over his shoulder and gave the horse a pat on the cheek, pulling him deeper into the shadows of the trees.
For once he was thankful for the heavy fog covering the moors. There might be a terrible lack of trees this far north, but a mist could always be counted on to sweep in overnight. He'd spent the past two years cursing it for dampening his clothes every morning, the fierce Scottish winds chilling him to the bone. He was further south now, however, back on English soil and back to fleeing-or so it seemed.
Once upon a time he'd been Andrew Clifton, Lord Amberstall, famous horse breeder, gentleman of the ton, and all-around dashing fellow. Now... He shook his head, his over-long hair falling into his eyes. If society saw him in his current state, would they know him? Part of him hoped not. He'd pulled himself together the best he could for the journey, but this was by no means his former standard of dress.
He ground his jaw and gave his horse another affectionate pat as he led him to the thickest grouping of trees he could find-which wasn't terribly thick, considering the circumstances. Andrew sighed and wrapped his hand around the tree before him, watching. With any luck they wouldn't be seen between the tree trunks. Shadow was ready to be gone from this place, Andrew could tell. Shadow never liked standing still for long.
Andrew's gaze sharpened as two men came into focus. They'd been trailing him since he crossed the Scottish border last night. He'd thought he'd lost them when he circled back to the inn where he had spent the night. Apparently he'd been mistaken. The soft clip of horses' hooves grew louder.
"He's headed back south. Must've come this way," a deep voice rumbled. Ruffians.
Andrew had caught sight of them at first light this morning, then again just after he stopped to eat lunch. Between wisps of fog, he'd seen the men growing closer. They had the look of common highwaymen, as evidenced by their worn, ill-fitting clothes and the larger one's ruddy complexion. Andrew had increased his pace, but they'd found him in spite of his speed.
"Could've taken a different road," the smaller man replied.
"There isn't another road, you idiot," the larger man spat out, near enough for Andrew to hear the panting of their horses and smell of wood smoke that lingered about them.
Andrew pulled his dark coat tighter around his chest, thankful for the fog that surrounded him, even as it chilled to the bone. It would be raining soon. Perhaps these men would move on, seek shelter. But, even as he thought it, he knew they weren't the sort to be deterred by the weather.
The larger ruffian slowed and turned his head, staring into the woods where Andrew waited in silence, shielded from view by only a few sparse scrub bushes and scraggly trees. He worked to control his breathing. Between the fog and the stubble of dark beard shrouding the man's face, Andrew could see only the steel of his dark eyes sweeping the forest. Shadow's Light stilled, thankfully as aware as Andrew of the danger that lurked nearby. A long-held breath later, the man turned his attention back to the road.
"What's to stop him from going through farms and such?" the smaller man asked as he looked across a field on the opposite side of the road.
"Sheep? Fences and walls? Unknown lands?"
"I'm rather fond of sheep, meself."
"That, Smarth, I would believe," the large man replied as they guided their horses down the road. "Let's find this fancy lord so we can return home."
"Bet he has some coin on him to sweeten the pie," Smarth mused.
"For once, I like the way you think."
Andrew breathed deeper as the men drew farther away. "Sweeten the pie" made it seem as if robbing him wasn't their primary focus. But they were highwaymen. It made no sense. All they could want were his pocket money and any jewels he had on his person. If they found him, they would be rather disappointed, since he only possessed enough funds to get home without incident. The few items he'd kept over the last two years he'd been away were left behind at Lord Steelings' Scottish cottage, and the rest of his life was contained in a stable on his estate far south of here.
What more could they possibly desire from him? He reached up and felt his pocket, his mother's letter still folded inside.
His eyes narrowed on the two men disappearing into the fog. Was it possible that this trouble was related to her difficulties on the estate? Surely not. Her issues could all be traced back to one fact: she didn't know the first thing about running an estate. Had he learned no lesson from his father on the subject of trusting women?
"Clearly you're just as daft as he was, Andrew," he mumbled. Leaving everything he'd built to her care had been foolish, even under the circumstances. His horses were the family's only source of income, after all.
Her letter hadn't explained the root of the trouble, only that two horses had gone missing, and then some cryptic talk about their neighbor. One thing he did know for certain was he didn't want to be dodging these ruffians all the way to his home outside London.
He swung up onto Shadow's Light's back, giving him a nudge with his heel and a soft click of his tongue. A moment later, there was a spray of mud and a blast of cold autumn air as the fog bit at his cheeks. Leaning over the horse's mane, Andrew urged him forward. This afternoon, the hunted would become the hunter. He squinted into the mist.
They couldn't be far ahead. The thunder of hooves hitting solid ground sounded in his ears until he could see two dark forms on the road.
Fighting highwaymen wasn't how he normally spent his day, but he knew what must be done. He held the blade tight in his grasp as he urged his horse closer to his enemies. Drawing up between them before they could react, he slammed the butt of the knife down hard on the larger man's head, watching as he slipped sideways in his saddle and tipped toward the ground.
Andrew turned in a heartbeat, grabbing the smaller man's wrinkled shirt. He lifted the slight weight of the man from his horse, allowing the knife in his other hand to scrape against man's throat. Shadow's Light had matched his movements to the horse beside them without the need of reins as if he knew Andrew's mind. The man's drink-reddened eyes grew wide in his thin face as his gaze took in the ferocity in Andrew's gaze.
"You've been following me. I don't like to be followed," Andrew growled. His deep voice sounded rusted and tight from lack of use.
"I can see that, guv." Smarth twitched as he tried to reach for his saddlebag and was lifted higher in the air.
"Feel this?" Andrew twisted the knife so it dug ever so slightly into the ruffian's throat. "You will return to the gutter from which you crawled and remain there, far from me. Do you understand?"
Smarth gave a slight nod above the blade.
"Dismount," Andrew commanded before shooting a quick glance over his shoulder to check the other man's location. He was getting up from the road and beginning to lumber in their direction. Andrew didn't have much time.
He watched with his blade still drawn as Smarth slid to the ground with his hands raised. "Don't want no trouble, m'lord. Doin' as I was told is all."
"Do as you're told now. Leave me be." With a slap to the hindquarters of the man's horse, Andrew paused long enough to watch it sail across a wall into a pasture and disappear into the white of the fog. The other man's horse lingered behind him on the road. Andrew turned in the saddle in time to see that the large man had almost caught up with his mount.
Andrew was a sizable man and had a blade clutched in his hand, yet he knew he was outmatched when he saw the barrel of a gun rise in his direction. He spun back to the road ahead of him. His best chance was to flee-something in which he should be well versed by now. He groaned and called out a loud "Ya!" as his legs tightened around his horse.
The lone patch of woods sped by with wisps of fog chilling his skin and clinging to his clothes. He could scarcely see where he was going, but he could now hear the pounding hoofbeats of the large highwayman at his back. He sailed around a corner, urging Shadow's Light faster as he passed a small cottage, then another.
He must be entering a hamlet. If he could make it to the center of the cluster of dwellings, he might be able to lose the man among the buildings. Perhaps if he doubled back again, he could be rid of him for good. He'd never heard of such a persistent highwayman. Wasn't there someone else to rob out here? Once again, he wondered if he was being pursued for some other reason. But he wasn't about to slow his pace to search for answers to the quandary. Instead, he flew into the unknown.
Shrouded in white, a village appeared around him, rooftops climbing free of the fog and stretching up into the clear afternoon air. If he could reach the far side of the village unnoticed, he could swing back behind the buildings.
He was almost there. Faster. He leaned closer over Shadow's dark mane.
As he rounded a corner, a tall hedgerow came into view. It was high, but Shadow had jumped higher. Andrew blinked away a memory of the exhibition two years ago-his last day at his home. This time would be different. With a last-minute tug on the reins, he was sailing with Shadow over the row of bushes and, with any luck, to safety.
Her hands slid over the mass of clay on the wheel before her. Today was the day. Today she would create a bowl. Katie pounded the clay twice with her fist, paused to consider it, and pounded it again for good measure. Or perhaps today was yet another day when she would create a lumpy plate. Judging by the fading afternoon light that peeked through the thick clouds every few minutes, she had only a few hours before she needed to rinse the mud from her hands and go inside for dinner.
The lawn around her grandmother's old pottery wheel had turned a muted gray with the mud from a week's worth of efforts in bowl making. Katie sat on the far edge of the field nearest her cottage with her back to a large hedgerow, shielding her from view on the road. It was her favorite place to sit at Ormesby Place. The scent of the grass at her feet mixed with the dust of the gravel on the road. She had a lovely view of the moors where they rolled off into the distance, and most important, she could not be farther from the stables. That was one place she never went-not anymore.
Now she had her other interests to keep her company. She slid her fingers over the clay. There was no risk in pottery. No flying across fields. No jumping over fences. And a clay bowl wouldn't leave her injured on the ground while the world crumbled around her. Katie sank her fist into the lump of mud with determination, wishing she'd remembered to bring the shaping instrument she'd almost understood how to use yesterday afternoon.
"That's my difficulty with pottery-I never seem to have the proper tool when I require it," she mused, glancing around for something that might suit her needs.
A pounding of hooves on the road made her turn, startled, even though the thick hedgerow blocked all view. The thunderous sound still made her heart race, even after over a year of silence. Then the noise grew louder. The rider must be just behind her. She took a shallow breath. He would pass, whoever he was. He would continue riding. There was no need to panic. It wasn't as if the horse was going to come near her. The sound of hooves grew closer still as she waited. Then there was silence. She'd scarcely had time to register what was happening when the shadow of something large sailed over her head.
"Blast it all!" Katie fairly screamed as she dove for cover, the cool, wet grass slipping beneath her fingers as the horse twisted in the air above her. She crouched lower in an effort to shrink away from danger. With her hands wrapped over her head, she waited. Would it land on her? Would she be hurt once again? It wasn't until she heard the thud of the horse hitting the ground beside her that she dared to look up.
At that moment something-or rather someone-crashed into her pottery wheel.
She scrambled backward across the grass with frantic movements. Seeing the horse, she shifted farther from him. She needed to get away. The horse was lying down and apparently dazed, but that wouldn't last long. However, every move she made away from the horse brought her that much closer to the rider he'd thrown.
He was a lord. He must be, judging by his dress, yet he didn't belong to a neighboring estate. His blond hair was longer than was respectable and fell into his face, yet everything else about the man seemed at odds with that small rebellion. From his starched and perfectly knotted cravat to the underlying shine on his mud-splattered Hessians, the sum of his parts could be assembled into a single word: fastidious. Well, perhaps two words: fastidious and handsome.
"Who are you?" she asked, briefly distracted from her fear.
"Someone with terrible luck, it would seem," he groaned, pulling a piece of wood from beneath his back.
Her gaze fell to the ground beneath him. Splinters of wood and a heap of clay were all that was left of her newest endeavor. "My pottery wheel."
"Was an unfortunate place to land? I quite agree," the man grumbled as he rolled fully to his back, still lying amid the broken pieces of her wheel.
Before she could demand answers, however, she heard another rider approaching. Turning away from the man and his horse, she picked up her walking stick and took a step forward, brushing the grass from her breeches.
No one ever visited Ormesby Place, and now she had two men here within minutes of one another. She ducked through a hole in the hedge. Her eyes narrowed on the man rounding the corner into view. He didn't look to be the friendly sort; that was certain.
The man didn't live in the area. In fact, he looked to be one of the men her brother had warned her about when she'd last gone to London-a ruffian.
"M'lady," he offered in greeting as he drew his horse to a stop. "Did you see a man ride through here?"
She took half a step back from the horse and the man looming over her. "Yes, and riding far too dangerously, if you ask me."
"Which way did he go?" he asked, indicating the crossroads just ahead.
She could tell him the truth, but something in the ruffian's eyes told her he meant the man harm. The blond man may have smashed her pottery wheel and almost killed her, but he didn't deserve to die for the crime. "Left. When you find him, you may tell him of my displeasure."
"He will soon know the full extent of our displeasure. You may count on that," the ruffian snarled. With a flick of the reins, his horse pranced to the side a few paces. The man looked up and down her hedgerow for a second.
What did he see? She held her breath, waiting for him to be gone.
"Are these Ormesby lands?"
"They are," she replied, taken aback by his question.
"Right small world this is, then."
"Is it?" She didn't care what he was referring to. All she knew was that he and his horse made her uneasy and she wanted him to leave.
The man shifted his weight in the saddle, exposing a glint of metal at his waist with the movement. He had a pistol. "I suppose not," he hedged, pulling his hat down lower over his eyes.
Katie's fingers tightened on her walking stick. She wasn't sure how helpful it would be if the situation came to blows, but she would certainly put up a fight if she must.
He finally offered her a nod of farewell as he urged his mount toward the crossroads.
Katie leaned onto the stick with a sigh. She wasn't sure what it was about the man that had her in knots, but she was glad to see the back of him as he cantered away.
Once he was out of sight, she ducked back through the hedgerow. She drew up short when she realized how close she was to the fallen horse. The leaves brushed against her shoulder blades as she shrank away. Taking a ragged breath, she edged around the animal. It was odd that he still hadn't moved.
She was nearing his hind legs where they lay in the grass. That was when her gaze landed on his leg. Sucking in a breath, she looked down at the wound. He must have landed horribly as he tried not to fall on her. She took a step backward, away from the horse. She ripped her eyes from the horse's injured leg to the rider who'd put him in that position.
The man was still on the ground as well, although he was now sitting up. She moved closer, watching as he brushed the grass from his coat. His back was to his horse. Did he know the animal was injured?
"I heard you direct the man on my tail down the road a bit," he said as she approached him from behind.
She bent down to retrieve what was left of her clay bowl from the pile of wood. "I'm pleased I could be of assistance," even if you did destroy my day's work and my grandmother's pottery wheel, she finished to herself.
"Nicely done. He's been rather difficult to lose." He pushed to his feet with a small groan of pain. "Now I can continue on without further issue."
"You're leaving," she accused, making him turn toward her. He hadn't apologized. He hadn't expressed his thanks. And he was leaving?
"I'm in a bit of a rush today," he said, his gaze meeting hers for the first time.
His eyes seemed to hold the light of the sun-golden and warm as they shined down on her. And she hated him for it. Did he think he could charm his way out of this situation? If he did, he was wrong.
"You broke my property." She held up the pottery for him to see.
He lifted the clay from her hand and studied it for a second. Then he shook his blond head and a wry grin crept across his tanned face. Handing the clay back to her, he dusted off his fingers, now marred by mud. "Yes, it is a shame to deny the world your...talent."
"Indeed it is," she agreed, even though she'd yet to successfully create a bowl. "And with that in mind, what do you plan to do to repay such a great loss?"
"Such a great loss," he repeated. "Have something sent here as replacement? I'm unsure what you want from me, but I must be on my way before that highwayman returns." He stepped around her and whistled for his horse to rise.
When the animal only shifted on the ground and tossed his head, the man froze.
She stared down at the sagging clay in her hand, trying to understand how her day had gone so horribly wrong. "You can't leave," she muttered. But he was no longer looking at her.
"So it would seem," he said as he moved forward and knelt beside his horse, leaving her to stand alone with her grass-covered, would-be bowl.
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HOW TO LOSE A LORD IN 10 DAYS OR LESS by Elizabeth Michaels is a witty Regency Historical Romance. #3 in the "Tricks of the Ton" series, buy can be read as a stand alone. See,"Desperately Seeking Suzanna" and "Must Love Dukes". This is Andrew Clifton, Lord Amberstall, who has been hidden away for a year in Scotland, due to being made a mockery in front of the ton. And the eccentric, lonely Lady Katherine Moore's (Katie) story. Witty, and fun but intriguing and suspenseful! Ms. Michaels has written a tale that is captivating, entertaining, passionate and compelling all at once. How can that be, you ask, well first of all Katie is a lonely, eccentric and witty, who loves horses, has had an accident that left her with a limp or did it? And Andrew (Andy) left England due to being made a mockery by none other than, his friends, over a horse race, who is lonely, handsome as the devil and is needed at home. Oh, did I mention, someone is threatening his family's estate, and his valuable horses? And trying to get rid of him along the way. Fast paced and filled with secrets, danger, witty banter between the hero and heroine, passionate kisses, and a unconventional romance. Oh yes, sparks fly. A lively romp through Regency England's countryside with a bit of danger, sensual tension that leads to so much more than a quick romp in the hayloft. Another masterpiece for Ms. Michaels. "The Tricks of the Ton" is a lively series to say the least. A great entertaining read with a bit of danger and lots of romance. Received for an honest review from the publisher. Rating: 4 Heat rating: Mild Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
This is book 3 in the Tricks of the Ton series. Having lost the respect of the Ton, Andrew Clifton has been hiding out in Scotland until the scandal has blown over. Unfortunately, he gets a letter from his mother saying there is trouble on his estate. As Andrew makes his way home, he encounters two men that appear to be after him. Trying to get away from them, he jumps a hedge and literally throws himself at Katie Moore. Always enjoying the horse farm to society life, Katie enjoys her life without mingling with the Ton. Having been injured in an accident while riding her horse, she has shied away from having anything to do with them since the accident. But when it soon become apparent that Andrew's horse needs her tender care, she slowly makes her way back into her former life. Having decided that marriage was not the life for her, Katie never imagined that a Lord would show up at her doorstep and intrigue her enough to consider changing her mind. Andrew is just as intrigued and does everything in his power to spend time with Katie. What will happen when Andrew finds out that someone in Katie's family is the one causing so much trouble on his estate? Can their blossoming romance survive or will it die before it really has a chance to begin? In the other stories in the series, Andrew is pretty much an @$$, so it was nice to see someone put him in his place and have him take notice and change. He was always looking for the perfect wife and he definitely didn't find it in Katie. But even with all of Katie's imperfections, Andrew can't seem to keep away from her. They both decided that this "thing" between them would only last until Andrew's horse was well enough to travel, but would that be enough for either of them? I really liked Katie and hated how her family had treated her since her mother ran off. Her father definitely had some making up to do!! I loved her independence but she still have a very vulnerable side which made me like her even more. I really hope that Michels continues with this series as I would hate to not visit these characters again. Thanks go to Sourcebooks Casablanca via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
A lovely, enjoyable read, How to Lose a Lord in 10 Days or Less was a good historical romance. Since I loved the previous two books in the series, I was expecting a lot, and it didn't quite hit the mark for me. But, I still liked it and enjoyed reading it. Katie was an okay heroine. She was strong and determined to live her life as she chose. However, she could be rather judgmental, mostly at first, and that was frustrating. But, she got better over the course of the book and I ended up liking her just fine. Andrew was, again, okay. He could be very sweet and was very loyal to what was important to him, be it his lands, his mother, or the woman he loved. But, he could be a bit of a jerk when he got mad and his obsession with perfection was frustrating. However, he did get better, so I was okay with him. The romance was good. I wasn't really feeling it between them, though, simply because they always put themselves at odds. But, I did think it was sweet that they fell in love despite all the differences between them. And, the chemistry between them was simmering from the moment they met. Definitely some hot moments between these two. I thought they were a lovely couple. The plot was good. I wasn't hooked, but I was kept interested the entire way through. There were a couple of surprises along the way. Though I didn't like this one as much as I liked the previous book in the series, I still enjoyed the story. And, the ending was lovely. How to Lose a Lord in 10 Days or Less was an enjoyable historical romance. I enjoyed reading it, from beginning to end. Romance lovers, this is one you might want to check out. *I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Reviewed by Jen Book provided by NetGalley for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book I was excited to pick up this title. I had enjoyed the prior two books in the series and was interested in seeing where Ms Michels was going to go next. She chose to tell the story of Andrew, Lord Amberstall who had made appearances in the prior books. Andrew was hiding out after an embarrassing moment at a house party (which was played out earlier in the series). But an urgent request from his mother has him returning home. Unfortunately he has some thugs following him and in an attempt to elude them, he literally falls at Katie’s feet. This is how How to Lose a Lord in 10 Days or Less begins. And I’ll admit, I was hooked and couldn’t wait to find out how the story was going to unfold. Unfortunately, the book just wasn’t as memorable as I would have liked. Katie was your typical anti-heroine. Injured in a riding accident, left alone to her own devices, hiding from society… and then drawn back into society after meeting Andrew. She is a good foil to Andrew since he demands perfection around him and she’s completely imperfect. They connect with their love for horses, albeit reluctantly and sparks fly. It was mildly entertaining to watch them circle each other, but for some reason it just didn’t really stick with me. There were a few laugh out loud moments, such as a dinner party with the couple from their prior books in the series, and a touch of suspense. But in the end I just felt a little underwhelmed. The book can stand on its own, but can only be enriched if the earlier books have been read. All-in-all, it’s a solid read, but I’m not sure it is one I’ll be coming back to in the future.
I have very conflicting feelings about How to Lose a Lord in 10 Days or Less. Let’s start with the title. Not a fan. It’s too close to too many similar titles, and the length – which is probably meant to differentiate it from those others – is just unwieldy. Characters: Great heroine. Katie is fun, quirky, and completely outlandish. Odd, but quite charming. Unfortunately, her hero Andrew is an ass. I know the story is supposed to be about Katie revealing his kind, caring, loving center, but I had a really hard time getting past his misogynistic prig of an exterior for long enough to warm up to him. Story: I spent the first half of the book rooting for Katie and wishing Michels had written her a more worthy hero. I did finally warm up to him – but it was 125 pages in, which is way too long. Until then, I didn’t even glimpse any redeeming qualities. When I did – finally – warm up to him, the book became a lot of fun and heated up quite nicely. When I first picked it up, I hadn’t realized that How to Lose a Lord in 10 Days or Less was part of a series, and through much of the book Michels successfully writes it as a stand-alone. It’s only as additional characters are introduced that I realized they must have come from earlier books. Even so, there was just too much coincidence in this group of people all being connected. Those odd connections caused the story to lose some of its hard-earned credibility. I also didn’t feel that the mystery resolved itself very well – when we finally got down to the nitty-gritty, it was all wrapped up too quickly and in too neat a bow. Verdict:Immensely likable heroine bogged under by hero and storyline that both could have used a little help. 3/5
I really enjoyed this book. It was great to see a far deeper side to Andrew, who we last saw being humiliated in Must Love Dukes when the Mad Duke was blackmailing his future duchess. Katie was an interesting heroine for me, given her stubborness and determination never to go near the horses she loves so much again after being so grievously wounded by one. Andrew...stuffed shirt (but aren't most English heroes before their heroines bring them to heel?), but once Katie catches his interest, he ultimately follows the right course and helps her to heal in more ways than she could possibly have expected given their rough introduction. I absolutely love Ms. Michels as an author and have ever since Must Love Dukes. I'm so glad I keep reading her work and am very glad to say she has never disappointed me.
4.5 Stars ~Reviewed by FRANCESCA & posted at Under the Covers Book Blog Light hearted and entertaining from beginning to end. This is the story of Lord Amberstall, whom I wasn’t a big fan of in the previous book. If you remember him from pursuing Lilly and the disaster at the horse exhibition, I wasn’t too thrilled with the fact he was getting his HEA. But trusting the author completely I went in without any reservations. And what a fun book this was! Andy is so sweet underneath that exterior. And caring. I love that side of him just as much as I loved the teasing one. He left for Scotland after the embarrassment with the Mad Duke and is now forced to go back home after his mother tells him of trouble with his neighbor back home. Except the trouble might be a bit more serious than he thought when he finds himself being chased by shady characters while coming back home. And he ends up crashing with his horse right onto Katie Moore’s property. And as much as I loved Andrew, I completely loved Katie. And earl daughter who wears breeches, walks with a stick, and lives alone in a cottage on the edge of her father’s property. She doesn’t know much about propriety or the rules of the ton. She does what feels right and says what comes to mind. And is used to things going her way. She even offers her help to the annoying Lord Amberstall and helps him heal his horse so he can safely travel back home. Their romance develops first as two strangers helping each other, who quickly become friends. They are so compatible that it was just bound to happen. Katie with her free ways is exactly what Andrew wants deep down but has been tied down with responsibilities his whole life that he couldn’t see that. Surprisingly, Elizabeth Michels has become one of my go to authors for a fun and sweet historical romance! I love her stories because they are not cookie cutter, and they’re always so much fun to read. It’s like embarking on an unexpected adventure. And HOW TO LOSE A LORD IN 10 DAYS OR LESS was just that, a fun adventure.
Definitely my favorite of the series and that is saying a lot.Grab this one today, it does not disappoint. I have to admit that i wish Elizabeth Michels would write faster. I have bought all three of her books and finished them the same day. LOVE IT!!
How many days does it take to make our pristine, proper and perfect Lord's world to become a wild, confused and feel like a kicked over crazy hornets' nest? Only 10 days or less with the help from our boots and breeches wearing heroine! Andrew Clifton, Viscount Amberstall, world collapsed when his mother spending habits caused his father death in debtors' prison. At the tender age of 10, he built stables with his own two hands and began a thriving horse breeding business that refilled the family coffers. Andrew raised himself to be the flawless gentleman who is always proper and perfect. He must always have impeccable hair, precisely ironed shirts and an immaculate wardrobe. Andrew absolutely will not allow lint, a spare thread or any dirt to mar his clothing or person. Andrew search for the future Lady Amberstall has been a difficult process because he selects and then rejects woman for not being PERFECT. At the last party at Amberstall Hall, Andrew was deeply humiliated by his horse, Shadow's Light, amours ways. That's right people, just a horse. What's the Lord Perfect to do? Flee to Scotland, of course! Katie Moore had a weird and strange upbringing! Her mother ran off with her lover when Katie was 11 and her father, the Earl of Ormesby, made her life miserable because she looked so much like her mother and it devastated him to look at her. Katie moved to the gamekeeper's cottage and from that point on she grew up in breeches and boots at the stables with her beloved horses. When her Season arrives, she is miserable in London and does to many unladylike and improper things to count and decides to go back home to her cottage. Her life dissolves when her horse jumps over a wall and she is horrible injured. Now, Katie lives with a limp and a crippling fear of horses. What is she suppose to do with her life now? Takes up useless, dirty and kooky hobbies! Andrew's mother wrote saying that his horse business is falling apart, so he is traveling back from Scotland and he realizes is being followed for days by two ruffians. He decides to hide, let them get ahead of him then overtake and comfort them. Down the road minding her own business, Katie is sitting at her Grandmother's potter's wheel, making a mess and trying badly to learn another useless hobby. Katie is throwing her latest clay glob on the grass with the rest of her attempts when she hears hoofs coming fast and then a horse comes flying over that wall right at her. As the horse flies over her head, she drives for cover and the rider lands on top of her Grandmother's wheel and crushes it. Now that is what I call an awesome and unexpected introduction for our hero and heroine! Shadow's Light is injured and Katie basically blackmails him into sparing Shadow's life because he endangered her life and he agrees to stay. Andrew begins his absurd and hilarious game of pointing out what's proper and what's not. Katie counters with calling him Andy and slowly picking away his perfectness! Of course, these two need a little help from friends like Lilly, the Mad Duke, the talkative Sue and her new hubby, Holden. Katie always has dirt on her person, bites her fingernails and spits them out IN PUBLIC and licks her knife at a dinner party. So in other words, she is so not the future Lady Amberstall, but Andrew can't stop craving her. Andy is so arrogant, complains about her breeches and rubs his perfectness in her face, but he is also has a yummy body and has spectacular kisses. They also have dangers lurching in the shadows that can destroy both of their worlds if they are revealed. Will Katie ever wear a dress without wiggling in discomfort? Can Andrew even accept dirt and breeches in his world? Will the hidden dangers destroy any hope of love between them? Can Andrew ever learn that Katie's imperfect and improper flaws are what make her unique and beautiful? Will Katie overcome her fears and ride a horse to his rescue? This the 3rd book in the Tricks of the Ton series and in my opinion the best. Ms. Michele has written such outrageous and one of a kind introduction for all of her heroines, but this one is the my favorite of them all. Andy (he will always be Andy to me) has more flaws than Katie and he needed a swift slap upside his world for him to see that. Katie is a one of a kind heroine with her boots, breeches, unladylike manners and habits, but she uses them to hide her unloved and lonely exists. Both these characters are totally blessed with Ms. Michels' life altering voyage to learn that their stubborn thinking and unchangeable ways of life had to be rethought. She continues to use her renowned, unconventional, flamboyant and unexpected humor to make me laugh so hard that I know my spleen will be slightly dented at my next MRI. She even brought back the awesome heroes and heroines from her first two books to help out. I can't wait to see what Ms. Michels writes next because her imagination is endless. I have to give my top score of 5 fingers up and 10 toes, but it doesn't seem like enough. I know I can add my daughter's toes, too. Reviewed from an NetGalley ARC for any honest review.