How to Play the Game of Love

How to Play the Game of Love

by Harmony Williams

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ISBN-13: 9781682813270
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Publication date: 10/17/2016
Pages: 320
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.72(d)

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How to Play the Game of Love

Ladies of Passion


By Harmony Williams, Alethea Spiridon

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2016 Harmony Williams
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-801-8


CHAPTER 1

Late April, 1813

"Is that Emily calling?" I twisted to look behind me, though unless I spontaneously developed the ability to see through solid objects, my view of freedom would remain impeded by the dull, black wall of the closed carriage.

To my left, my boney sister Daisy leaned past me to peer out the coach window opposite the door. With a talent that only sisters possess, she elbowed me in precisely the same place as she had every other time she'd checked our progress. I winced.

"I don't hear her," Daisy said.

On my right, my friend Mary batted the stray strands of my sister's straw-blond hair that fell into her face. She wore such a bitter scowl it darkened the closed carriage like we'd bottled up a coach full of the London smog to take with us. "Of course you don't hear her. Why would your maid be calling? We're still moving."

Daisy dug her elbow even farther into my stomach as she pressed forward. "Is that Lady Dunlop's manor?"

Please let it be the manor.

The conveyance slowed. I vaulted past Daisy to the carriage door, trying not to trip over the legs of the two women in the seat opposite. Before the wheels came to a complete stop, I gathered my skirt and leaped for the ground. Freedom. I gulped in a lungful of clean air and bathed my face in the bleary sunlight drifting down from the overcast sky.

I must look a fright. No worse than poor Emily. Seated on the high ledge next to the driver, her skin had turned a sickly shade of green-tinged white. Oh dear. As she shakily descended from the seat, I hurried to her side, careful not to spook the horses. The moment I slid my hand beneath her elbow, Emily's knees gave way and she leaned against me.

"I'll be fine in a moment, now that we've stopped." She spoke in a voice as insubstantial as she looked.

I fumbled one-handed at the drawstrings to my reticule. "I have smelling salts."

"No." The white rim around her lips grew as she pressed them harder together. "I'll lose my lunch."

"Did you eat lunch?"

"I'll lose yesterday's lunch."

If she felt well enough to make jokes, she wasn't on death's door. I stopped the driver as he pulled down the steps to help the others exit the carriage. They could wait a moment more. With my help, Emily crossed the packed dirt to sit on the sturdy steps. She leaned her elbows against the knees of her faded yellow walking dress, one of my cast-offs. I doffed my white shawl and wrapped her in it.

She tried to shrug it off. "No, Miss Rose, I'll be fine."

"Are you afraid someone will mistake you for me?" I smiled, inviting her to share the joke.

The corners of her mouth barely twitched. Her blond hair, which caused many to think she was another Wellesley sister, hung limp at her temples. I wiped the sweat-matted strands away from her forehead.

"You could have stayed home," I murmured.

"And leave you to fend for yourself? Never." Her smile bared her teeth this time, though it didn't reach her blue eyes.

"I'm sure Francine's maid wouldn't have minded dressing me and her, if I'd asked."

Emily shook her head. "She's afraid of you."

I recoiled. "Why?"

Her dirty-blond eyebrows, a shade darker than mine, shot up. "You're a lot to handle."

I am not. I opened my mouth, but shut it again. "You never complain."

A twinkle invaded her gaze. The corners of her mouth turned up. "I had practice with your sisters before they handed me off to you."

With a groan, Emily started to stand. The motion chased away what little color had returned to her cheeks. I shooed her back into place. "Sit. The others can wait a moment or two longer or jump down without the stairs."

"I have to direct the footmen in retrieving your trunk."

"I'll do that." I laid my hand on her shoulder to keep her from trying to stand while I found a footman. In the wide courtyard of churned, packed dirt that tipped the long drive cutting through the trees, too many footmen teemed. They moved in a dizzying mass of multicolored liveries between the rectangular stable to the west, the carriages parked under a long awning beneath the tree line, and the lofty four-story manor. Judging by the crammed space, we were one of the last guests to arrive. I blamed Francine, and the constant stops to examine plants throughout the two-day journey from London, even if they had given Emily a respite from her motion sickness.

A mountain of a man loped from the row of carriages toward the manor. From the breadth of his shoulders, his plain brown trousers and white shirt rolled to display his brawny forearms, and the easy way he hefted the valise onto his shoulder, he was undoubtedly a servant. I shook out my wrinkled, mint-green skirt as I stepped forward.

"You, there!"

The man paused as he came abreast of me. By Jove, he must be taller even than I was. Not many men in England could boast that. He shook his head to banish the shoulder-length, blond hair from his eyes. Hair only a shade darker than mine.

As he turned his attention to me, I flicked my hand to indicate the coach. "You'll need help with the trunk. Francine's packed her books in there. When you bring my bags to my room, be careful with the valise with the red ribbon on the handle. The contents are fragile."

The man's eyebrows soared toward his forehead. His mouth twisted into a smirk. At least four feet of space separated us, but he closed that marginally as he leaned toward me. "You might want to be more careful who you invite into your room."

Flabbergasted, my voice fled. I peered at the carriage door, but Mary didn't magically appear to give him a scolding. What good was her notorious hatred of men if she didn't ply it in my favor?

The stranger's smirk spread to cover the lower half of his face. I drew myself up, trying to match his height. "I beg your pardon?"

"I doubt you've ever begged for anything in your life."

Untrue. I'd begged my father for one more week to find a husband of my choice, a man I loved, before he arranged a marriage. He'd refused. If I didn't find a husband at Lady Dunlop's notorious Week of Love, I'd find myself tied for life to a man I didn't know or love — or worse, a man I'd already found I couldn't love.

I bit my tongue to keep from spouting the confession.

The blond behemoth traipsed toward the manor's front steps. At the top, a short, round woman warmly greeted a boney young lady dressed in beige. I turned away as the man reached the bottom step.

When I faced the carriage, I discovered that Emily had vacated the steps. She clutched my shawl to her shoulders. I intercepted her before she reached the boot loaded with our trunks. "Why don't you find our room and lie down?"

She shook her head, but blanched at the movement and pressed her hand to her stomach. "The luggage?"

"I'll see to it." Francine's dusky maid scurried down the carriage steps. Her voice was soft, demure as she added, "You should rest."

I caught my maid's eye. "Please?"

Emily pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and nodded. "I think I will rest." She slipped away to the manor, pausing to curtsey to the hostess before entering the house.

A clamor behind me announced the emergence of my sister and Mary. "Hurry," Daisy said from inside the carriage, her voice shrill with excitement. "We've arrived."

"I know," Mary grumbled, her voice barely audible. Even in those two words, she managed to convey her reluctance.

As much as I loved her company, I wished she had defied her godmother's wishes and stayed home. Mary's notorious notions of marriage — and how women shouldn't give themselves to men as prized objects — would ruin my chances of securing a match. How was I supposed to fall in love when she glowered at all men present? That was if all the eligible men didn't simply pack up and go home the moment they learned of her attendance.

With luck, my sixteen-year-old sister would help to keep Mary occupied for the duration of the party. She worshipped Mary.

Daisy poked her head into the air, now shaded with her bonnet. When she met my gaze, her grin fell away. She replaced it with a serene expression and gracefully descended the steps. Color turned her cheeks rosy, almost covering the smattering of light freckles over her cheeks and nose. She shook like a leaf in the wind, barely containing her enthusiasm over attending her first house party.

She had all the luck. Four Seasons in, and this was my first invitation to the esteemed Week of Love party that led to several marriages at its close every year. I didn't intend to let Daisy — or Mary's sharp tongue — squander my last chance at love.

"I'll speak." I didn't want her to make the wrong impression on the hostess. Rumor had it, if Lady Dunlop took a shine to you she paid extra attention to playing the matchmaker. I needed her help if I were to fall in love by week's end. No matter what, I couldn't let Papa arrange a match. I wanted love.

Mary jumped from the carriage without a care to her milk-white skirts. Her landing kicked up splatters of loose dirt from the ground. I sidestepped the mess, saving my skirts, as I waited for our last friend to join us.

The minutes lengthened. My toe tapped a steady beat in the dirt. What was taking her so long? With a sigh, I stuck my head into the carriage.

Francine hadn't budged from her position in the corner. She squinted at the book in her hands — likely a dull botany text — and tilted it to better catch the light streaming from the doorway. When she scrunched her nose, her freckles, as dark as her riotous brown hair, melted together.

"Francine, we've arrived."

She didn't answer. In fact, she didn't even twitch. She licked her finger and turned the page.

Beside me, her maid said, "I'll get her, miss." She shooed me to one side with her hands and mounted the steps into the carriage again.

Sitting beside Francine, the maid gently tugged the book from her hands. "I'll hold onto this for you."

Francine let her have the book with a reluctant frown. "Why? Have we arrived?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. I've been trying to get your attention."

"Oh." She glanced up, embarrassment splotching her cheeks with red color. Somehow, it made her freckles stand out. She adjusted her bonnet and scooted to the edge of the seat. "Forgive me. I was reading a fascinating passage on —"

I forced a smile. "Perhaps you can tell me about it later. We must greet our hostess."

"Yes, of course." Francine squeezed out of the carriage with nearly as little care for her appearance as Mary. At least she didn't jump to the ground. Peering around, she muttered, "The plants look well watered."

Oh, please tell me we weren't in for a week of rain. I'd die of boredom if I were forced to stay inside.

Mary adjusted her spectacles on her nose and wrestled her bonnet into place over her black hair. I strode forward, using my long legs to advantage to reach the hostess first. If I made an unseemly sight, at least no eligible gentlemen lingered to watch.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs with a practiced smile and offered a dip to the hostess. Daisy followed my lead, but spread her lilac-hued skirts so wide they displayed the curve of her ankle. We weren't meeting the Prince Regent. Mary capped the performance by inclining her head as though she was a man. I stifled a sigh.

Francine offered no pleasantries at all but elbowed between Daisy and me to barrel up the steps. The hostess greeted her with open arms.

"My dear Francine," she said, her voice warm. She wrapped her arms around Francine, pulling her into a tight and choking embrace if the way Francine gasped for breath was any indication.

When my friend managed to detach from her, she looked as wilted as one of her cuttings. In a strangled voice, she said, "It is lovely to see you, Lady Dunlop."

The woman shook her head. "None of this formality. You will call me Aunt Louise, just as you always have."

I opened my mouth twice before I found my words. "Francine, you never told me Lady Dunlop was your aunt."

Although Francine opened her mouth to respond, she didn't get a single word in. Lady Dunlop added, "If not by blood, certainly by emotion."

The woman, in her fifties by my guess, pulled Francine into another tight embrace.

"You've grown so much. I haven't seen you since you were a girl."

"I haven't grown much taller," Francine said in a thin voice. She gulped for breath as the hostess released her once more. "Wider, maybe."

The hostess laughed, a light and joyous sound. "Nonsense. You're the very peak of womanly beauty." She linked her arm with Francine's and drew her into the house.

Inside, the hostess smoothed her maroon skirts as she turned a measuring eye to our party. She lingered on Mary. "You must be Francine's friends. Miss Babington-Smith, I believe?"

Mary stiffened. "I prefer Mary." She hated being called Miss, as though the word somehow stained her.

"Of course." Lady Dunlop veered her scrutiny to me.

I straightened my shoulders, clasping my hands at my waist and donning my most serene expression. Ladylike and poised, the persona I donned at every gathering. I'd practiced so many times over the past three years, the lie had almost become second nature. After this week, I wouldn't have to pretend at maidenly behavior. Once I was married, I could finally be myself. Falling in love this week would make that happen.

"Thank you for your generous invitation, Lady Dunlop."

She frowned as her gaze swept over me. "You must be Miss Wellesley, but ..."

She craned her neck, trying to peer over my shoulder. The urge to dip my knees and appear smaller mounted. I held myself in place.

"Where is your mother?" the hostess asked.

I donned a practiced smile. Serene, poised, beautiful. I infused my voice with as much grace as I could muster with butterflies erupting in my stomach. "Mama sends her regrets that she could not attend. She is visiting my sister, who was recently married." Five years ago. I kept that tidbit to myself. "Mama hopes you will accept my younger sister Daisy as a guest in her place."

I stepped aside to indicate my thin sprout of a sister. She clutched her bonnet to her bosom, displaying her straw-blond hair. She dipped her knees at the attention.

So she was minding her manners. Good. I kept my smile in place by force of will.

Silence stretched between us, a poignant contrast to the bustle of the house. Babble and footsteps drifted to the entrance along with the occasional clamor of objects, muffled by the walls.

I cleared my throat. "I will be acting as Daisy's chaperone, of course."

Lady Dunlop finished her inspection of my trembling sister and smiled. She stepped forward with her hands outstretched to clasp Daisy's. She raised herself on tiptoe to press a kiss on Daisy's cheek. My sister, a scant inch or two shorter than me, hunched over to make the move easier for her.

I bit the inside of my cheek to contain my sigh of relief. Lady Dunlop didn't hate us for the intrusion. Even Francine hadn't gotten a kiss.

The hostess continued to clasp Daisy's hands. A little too firmly, judging by my sister's strained expression. Not quite a grimace, but close.

I raised my eyebrows at Daisy. Play nice.

The hostess gushed, "It's lovely to meet you, dear. How old are you?" A blush mantled Daisy's cheeks. She shifted from foot to foot as she admitted, "I haven't yet made my come out. I'm sixteen."

"You're most welcome here," Lady Dunlop said firmly. "In fact, this will be good practice if you do make your come out."

If? I bristled. Daisy was most certainly making her come out — next year. If she'd only be content to wait a year or two, I wouldn't be quite so desperate to fall in love.

The hostess added, "Actually, it's rather fortunate that you are here. My nephew is only two years older than you, and I'm afraid I didn't invite many debutantes under twenty. He'll be happy to have the company of someone his age, I'm sure."

"I look forward to meeting him," Daisy said. A good answer, if delivered with a slight quaver.

My indignation melted as I studied her face, the tight set of her mouth. Was she nervous? She shouldn't be. Lady Dunlop was taking more of a shine to her than to me. I was twenty-one, for Pete's sake. Daisy had years before she found herself in such dire straits to find a husband.


(Continues...)

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sciencexcharm More than 1 year ago
My lip curled. “Beauty has nothing to do with personality. Beauty fades.” “Perhaps,” he agreed. “But your fierce loyalty, your wit, your passion for life—those persevere.” Slowly, I lowered my feet to the ground. My legs were starting to cramp. The silence between us lengthened, gathering tension. I fanned myself with my hand. The game of love—what a fun concept this story has! How would you feel if you had two choices: find a husband yourself or abide by your father’s marriage arrangement? Whatever happened to love? Williams toys around with the idea of a comical house party, held for all of the eligible single men and women to find love or at least a fair match. How to Play the Game of Love is a frustrating, yet hopeful and awkward romance that will entertain readers who enjoy this genre. Rose has to find a husband by the end of the match-making party that she has attended with her sister and friends. The desire to fall in love and marry has enveloped her soul and mind. She will not accept anything less. Upon arriving at the party, she knows that she must hide the wild side that is surely frowned upon as being unladylike, if she even expects to capture a gentleman’s attention. The wrong attention—wrong in every way—is what she attracts, but she desperately wants to lure the attention of another. When everything goes wrong, the man that she has been trying to lure…has turned her down several times. After he leaves the party early to go back to his military post, Warren does not hesitate to console Rose. This very unlikely partnership is filled with comedy, intimacy, desperation and manipulation. Will Rose ever find love or will she settle for a suitor who she has already turned down in the past? Williams has a strong, impactful and deliberately frustrating plot. With the main character pining over the wrong guy, she completely mistakes the advances of another one who could be quiet perfect for her. The ongoing arguments are entertaining and the relationship is sweet. The author does a great job with character development. The pace is quick, which makes it an easy read. If you are a reader of historical romance and regency, this may interest you.
Mommaleena More than 1 year ago
What Is Love? Rose Wellesley finally on her fourth Season she received an invitation to Lady Dunlop's esteemed Week of Love party, that led to several marriages at its close every year. If she didn't find a husband of her choosing by weeks end, she'd find herself tied to a man she not only didn't love or even know.... or worse yet, one she knew she couldn't love, for life. She couldn't let her father arrange a match for her, she WANTED LOVE! Hopefully Lady Dunlop would help her, and her sister and friends wouldn't sabotage her chances. Will she find the love she so desperately craves, or will she be forced into the loveless union her father will impose upon her if she returns home without a love matched marriage proposal? Set in London in the early 1800's this tantalizing tale of a woman who wants a marriage based on love when the tons rules and stipulations that hold back most women's chances at love. It's a time when women are usually joined together by their fathers dealings instead of love being a choice or option. Harmony Williams wrote a fantastic historical romance that I thoroughly enjoyed. Although this is the first of her work I've read, I look forward to reading more of her work in the future. The banter between characters is hilariously funny and makes you excited to turn the next page to see what's going to happen next. Due to sexual situations, this book is recommended for readers 16 and older. I received an ARC via IndieSage through NetGalley in exchange for an honest blog tour review.
Mommaleena More than 1 year ago
What Is Love? Rose Wellesley finally on her fourth Season she received an invitation to Lady Dunlop's esteemed Week of Love party, that led to several marriages at its close every year. If she didn't find a husband of her choosing by weeks end, she'd find herself tied to a man she not only didn't love or even know.... or worse yet, one she knew she couldn't love, for life. She couldn't let her father arrange a match for her, she WANTED LOVE! Hopefully Lady Dunlop would help her, and her sister and friends wouldn't sabotage her chances. Will she find the love she so desperately craves, or will she be forced into the loveless union her father will impose upon her if she returns home without a love matched marriage proposal? Set in London in the early 1800's this tantalizing tale of a woman who wants a marriage based on love when the tons rules and stipulations that hold back most women's chances at love. It's a time when women are usually joined together by their fathers dealings instead of love being a choice or option. Harmony Williams wrote a fantastic historical romance that I thoroughly enjoyed. Although this is the first of her work I've read, I look forward to reading more of her work in the future. The banter between characters is hilariously funny and makes you excited to turn the next page to see what's going to happen next. Due to sexual situations, this book is recommended for readers 16 and older. I received an ARC via IndieSage through NetGalley in exchange for an honest blog tour review.
Lindsey_Gray11 More than 1 year ago
4.5 Stars! All Rose wanted was a husband she could share a true and lasting love with. All the proposals she’d received over four seasons had a hint of love, but nothing she believed would last forever. Her last chance to find a love for all time is at a house party given by an infamous Matchmaker of the ton. One big problem she has to contend with is chaperoning her sixteen-year-old sister, Daisy. Lord Warren Hartfell wants to keep Rose away from his cousin’s suitor. All the obstacles he places in Rose’s path infuriate her and fill her with unwanted lust at the same time. Even with deep aggravation, respect and love blossom between the fiery pair. With only a week to make a match or be forced to marry her father’s choice, Rose can’t get Warren out of her way or her heart. This first offering in the Ladies of Passion series is a ingenious and impassioned story. There were times I just wanted to smack Rose over the head with a big book and tell her to just give in to the feelings Warren inspired in her. Even though she was a wild one in her youth, Rose believed she could only win a man by being a proper young lady. Yet, she can be wild and free with Warren, even while riding a horse, her favorite pastime. I loved the first person narrative of Rose as it gave me insights into why she was holding back and kept up the mystery behind Warren’s attraction to her in the first place. How to Play the Game of Love is a last chance romance where a woman learns that being herself is the only way one can find true bliss. For a wild, witty, wonderful romp to devour in a day or two, give this hot historical romance a read! I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
RNJane More than 1 year ago
The premise of this book was interesting and started off well as a romantic comedy. Unfortunately, the farther I read, the less and less funny it got and the less and less I liked the heroine. She was shallow, immature, and fickle, sparing little thought for her sister or her friends and apparently having a history of getting men to fall in love with her and then dumping them. Frankly, the way she acted, I'm shocked that our hero fell in love with her! She was mean to him and continuously pushed him away while chasing a man who obviously had no interest in her, but was interested in one of the other characters. She claimed that she was looking for love but really seemed to want to trap someone into marriage by having him fall in love with the facade she presented, marry her, and once it was too late for him to escape, revert to her true self. It's obvious that she had no idea what love truly is. Another annoyance were the distinctly modern phrases and words peppered throughout the narrative, effectively dragging the reader away from the time period and back into the present. I was determined to finish the book but found myself frequently checking how much was left because I couldn't wait for it to be over! This book needs a good, professional editor to rescue it from itself. I'm afraid that I cannot recommend this book. Disclaimer : This book was provided to me in exchange for an unbiased review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Characters a bit out of the ordinary with a familiar theme. Slow to develop but, overall, a good read.
Brigittehf More than 1 year ago
This historical romance is about finding true love. I guess that love always finds you! Rose is renowned for falling in and out of love. She is looking for someone who would truly love her no matter what. She attends a matchmaking party in the hope of finding just what she wants, especially as her father is threatening her with an arranged marriage. Warren is a Lord who is a guest at the same party for his own reasons. He appears to be arrogant and doesn't pay too much attention to the way of the "ton". Rose believes she has fallen in love with someone who doesn't seem to have any interest in her whatsoever. She tries ever so hard to attract his attention but he is very evasive. Warren, on the other hand does his best to put himself in Rose's way to the point of humiliation. Rose thinks that he lacks in manners but does very little to give in to physical contact with him. She pushes him away after each and every tryst because he can't be the one! With the way that she carries on, will she find her match at the end of this party? I found Rose to be irritating most of the time. She is so set on what she wants that she doesn't look any further than her nose. I couldn't help but feel sorry for Warren who keeps pursuing her despite all the humiliations and rejections. He is not perfect by any means! The story in itself is rather entertaining although a little predictable. It would appeal to those who like historical fictions bordering on comedy. I was kindly issued with an eARC via NetGalley. This is an honest review.
HumorMyWay More than 1 year ago
This was a fun book to read I enjoyed the humor and found it to be very entertaining. Poor Rose must find a husband her father laid down the law demanding she find one or he will find one for her. Her father said she has turned away to many good men who wanted her hand. Rose want to marry for love it is hard to find someone who loves you and one you will love. She is on the hunt with one man in her sites but it does seem another man is closing in not being able to take his eyes off her. Lord Hartfel sees something in Rose that really has his attention. He just can’t walk away, where she wants love he doesn’t believe in it. He sees the wilder side of her he knows she is full of passion for the right man and he wants to be that man. This lady might be proper but he is sure he can bring out the side of her that will give one lucky man a night of passion like he has never seen. The chase is on with Lord Hartfel hot on her trail and her running the other way. I wonderful who will win this battle of wills if things goes as he has planned it could be a win, win for both of them. I thought this was cute, funny, intriguing romance. There were a few times I chuckled out loud. I love the two steps forward and one back, the baiting and the chase. The characters are very likable with a great plot that keeps you entertained. Some of the wording was a little questionable but it doesn’t take away from the read. It didn’t take me long to fall in love with the characters and some of the supporting characters. You will chuckle at the silly games the host has them play. It really was a fun read that I enjoyed. I think most will enjoy it.
Sissymae1 More than 1 year ago
'How to Play the Game of Love' by Harmony Williams is book one in the "Ladies of Passion" series. This is the story of Miss Rose Wellesley and Lord Warren Hartfell. Rose is attending a "Week of Love" party thrown by Lady Dunlop. At this party several people have come away married or engaged. Rose wants to be one of them after her father has told her he will be marrying her off to someone and she won't get a choice in the matter. So Rose thinks this party will help her find a true love and not have to marry the man her father has chosen. Rose has someone in mind, but Lord Hartfell seems to be getting in her way. Warren isn't someone she thinks she could love or put up with so she tries to continue her quest for a certain man. But is Rose really overlooking someone she could really love? This is my first book by this author and I hope to read more. I loved the secondary characters and the story they were building too. I really couldn't put the book down once I started reading it! "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
Lashea677 More than 1 year ago
Harmony Williams and her cast of eccentric characters make for an amusing read. Told from Rose's point of view the reader is provided a glimpse into the heart of an independent minded women and her odd but lovable friends and family. Torn between what is expected of her and what she expects of herself, she has to decide what's more important. Listening to her heart or following the rules. Add in the mercurial chemistry between Rose and the wickedly frustrating Lord Hartfell and let the drama begin. I was more enamored of the secondary characters than the romance between Hartfell and Rose.
FizzaYounis More than 1 year ago
I loved this lighthearted novel. It's quite entertaining story, full of humour, intrigue, and romance. All the characters are amazing. I enjoyed reading it a lot, in fact I read it in one sitting, simply couldn't put it down once I started. Rose wants to fall in love before she marries. She has rejected many suitors and her father is getting tired of her antics. So now she has been given a warning, either she accepts marriage proposal from one of many young men who have already proposed to her or else her father will arrange a marriage for her. Rose will not let him do that so it's up to her to find love as soon as possible. In fact she even has a man in sight. Little does she know that there is someone who has been watching her too. Lord Hartfell might not believe in love but he must admit that there is something about Miss Rose that he simply cannot overlook or ignore. Since the moment he set eyes on her he wants to spent more time with her, getting to know her is quite fun actually. She may pose like a proper lady but the truth is that she is wild. He likes that. So no matter how much Rose wants him to leave her alone he simply can't do that... It's an interesting historical fiction which I loved reading. I'd recommend it to all romance readers.