Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half

Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half

by Samantha Grace

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Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half by Samantha Grace

Jake broke her heart by leaving her after sharing a passionate kiss.
Lady Amelia broke his by marrying his best friend.

When she returns to town a widow—pursued by an infamous rake, Jake's debauched brother, and just maybe by himself—Lady Amelia will have a mess and a half on her hands.

A sparkling romp through the ton, Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half delivers a witty Regency romance in which misunderstandings abound, reputations are put on the line, and the only thing more exciting than a scandal is true love.

Beau Monde series:
Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel
Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half
Miss Lavigne's Little White Lie
Lady Vivian Defies a Duke

Praise for Samantha Grace:
"Evocative...There's a charm in Grace's prose that will delight readers."-RT Book Reviews
"Grace's fabulously fun debut will dazzle readers with its endearingly outspoken heroine and devilishly rakish hero."-Booklist
"Clever, spicy, and fresh from beginning to end."-Amelia Grey, Award-winning author of A Gentleman Never Tells
"A delightfully witty romp seasoned with an irresistible dash of intrigue and passion. Samantha Grace is an author to watch!"-Shana Galen, Award-winning author of Lord and Lady Spy

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781402258350
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Publication date: 06/01/2012
Series: Beau Monde , #2
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 110,858
File size: 870 KB

About the Author

Historical romance author Samantha Grace discovered the appeal of a great love story when she was just a young girl, thanks to Disney's Robin Hood. She didn't care that Robin Hood and Maid Marian were cartoon animals. It was her first happily-ever-after experience and she didn't want the warm fuzzies to end. Now Samantha enjoys creating her own happy-endings for characters that spring from her imagination. Publisher's Weekly describes her stories as "fresh and romantic" with subtle humor and charm. Samantha describes romance writing as the best job ever.

Part-time hospice social worker, moonlighting author, and pilates nut, she enjoys a happy and hectic life with her real life hero and two kids in the Midwest. Visit her at:

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Jake Hillary was a keeper—keeper of his family's secret, keeper of his wayward brother, and most tragically, keeper of a hopeless love for his best friend's wife. But at least for now, he wouldn't think on the torturous evening to come of admiring Amelia from afar. His brother was due for a thrashing, and Jake planned to deliver it.

Yanking on his watch fob, he extracted the gold timepiece from his pocket. He could barely make out the hands in the dim light.

"Blast and damn."

He slipped the watch back into his pocket. There wasn't enough time to pound Daniel before the party. Instead, Jake hammered his fist against the door of his brother's rented room, rattling it in the frame.

"Aye!" Daniel bellowed.

Apparently, his brother had discarded common courtesy and manners while he was at sea, although Daniel had never been one to adhere to etiquette. Based upon his ill-mannered response, it seemed unlikely he intended to cross the room to admit Jake. Irritated, he threw the door open and barged inside.


"Right there, luv." Daniel threw his head back against the chair as a blonde burrowed her face into his crotch. "Oh, yes!"

"Damnation." Jake covered his eyes and spun on his heel, cracking his elbow against the door frame. "Ouch!" He muttered another curse under his breath.

"What the hell, Jake? Haven't you heard of knocking, you reprobate?"

"I did knock. Next time I shall make more noise," he drawled. Surely all that pounding could have been heard on the other side of Mayfair. "Inform me once you have set yourself to rights."

Jake shook his head as he strolled into the corridor to wait. What a sight to stumble upon, his brother getting his butter churned. And all before dinner. It was enough to spoil his appetite.

When the foul smell from the stairwell hit him again, his lip curled. Daniel might indulge in whores and spirits, but he wasn't throwing away his fortune on rented rooms. Paper peeled from the walls in great sheets, and stains of an unknown origin splattered the scarred floor.

Smells like the bloody mews in here. Fitting, given his brother was behaving like a jackass.

After a series of bumps and muffled curses, the door flew open. His brother filled the doorway, every bare inch of him.

Jake smirked. "I asked you to summon me after you had dressed."

"Get in here."

Pushing away from the wall, Jake reentered the apartments. "Is your guest decent now?"

A crooked leer replaced Daniel's scowl. "Why? You want a turn?"

"Show some respect. The woman deserves at least as much for tolerating your vulgarity."

A feminine giggle drifted from the back room. "Thank you, Mr. Hillary, but I find the captain's vulgarity tolerable indeed." The young woman appeared in the threshold, her nudity now concealed with a faded ruby dress. Her lackluster hair was pinned up in a haphazard coiffure.

"Oh, my!" Her brown eyes rounded as she looked Jake up and down before turning back to Daniel. "Your brother is delicious, Captain Hillary."

Delicious? Like a meat pie? Jake coughed into his fist, uncomfortable with the nature of her compliment given there were no rules to dictate his response. Yet, he considered it bad-mannered to discount her outright. "Yes, well. Thank you."

Daniel winked at her. "You fancy the rotter, do you?"

She wandered over to Jake's brother with a smile pulling at her plump lips. "I would wager he is the most handsome of the Hillary clan."

"Aside from me."

"Aye. That goes without saying." The woman accepted the purse Daniel offered and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Same time tomorrow, sir?"

Daniel swatted her behind. "I'll send word."

Jake moved aside to allow his brother's, um... friend passage into the corridor.

As she moved past him, she grazed her fingers over the lapel of his jacket. "You're definitely the pinkest of the pinks. I would be happy to pay you a call sometime."

Jake's smile was forced. "That's a generous offer, miss."

"Not at all, sir." She tipped her head to the side and batted her lashes, looking up at him in expectation. When Jake offered no encouragement, she heaved a sigh and sauntered to the stairway.

Daniel chuckled. "What are you about, choirboy?"

Jake closed the door and walked farther into the apartments. "I cannot decide which smell is more offensive, the corridor or you. Get cleaned up. You haven't much time."

"Time for what?" Daniel flopped onto the tattered chair in a perfect display of insolence, among other things.

Jake looked up at the ceiling to avoid catching another glimpse of his brother. "I have it on good authority you received the invitation to the dinner party Mother has planned in your honor, although you did not bother responding. Again. Now, get dressed. The guests will be arriving in..." He checked his watch again. "Forty-five minutes."

"Is that tonight?"

"Yes, and you can either make yourself presentable, or I will drag your smelly arse across Town as is. Either way, you are attending."

Daniel smirked. "I'd like to see you attempt it. Come on. Make me attend Mother's boring dinner party."

Jake cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck. "Must we go through this every time? You learned nothing from the last time I thrashed you. Why do I bother?"

Daniel threw his head back and laughed. "I only vaguely recall the incident now, but you had the advantage since I was foxed."

"You're not far from that now," Jake said dryly. "Put some clothes on. Mother has expended a lot of effort on your behalf. Try to show a little gratitude."

"Mummy, Mummy, Mummy," Daniel mocked, a spark of enjoyment brightening his eyes. "One would think you're still in leading strings."

"You must discover novel ways to abuse me. I grow weary of the same insults." Jake refused to be bothered by his older sibling. He had too many serious concerns on his mind at the moment, such as not making a cake of himself in front of Amelia this evening.

"Would you hurry?" he snapped when Daniel made no move to ready himself.

"Oh, very well." His brother dragged his carcass from the chair and lumbered toward the back room. "Who will be in attendance? Anyone interesting?"

Jake folded his arms and rocked heel-to-toe, toe-to-heel, impatient with Daniel's tardiness. "No one important. Unless you count your family."

Daniel stuck his head through the doorway, a jaunty grin in place. "I said anyone interesting. Do you ever listen?"

"If you would only pay a visit to our parents when you return to London, Mother wouldn't orchestrate these affairs."

"Mother would be as happy to forget me as she is her past. She has ulterior motives for this evening's event."

Jake didn't bother arguing this time. It was true their mother was too sensitive to her bourgeois origins, but she desired the best for her children. Sometimes Jake wondered if Daniel's decision to captain his own ship had been designed simply to upset her. If so, his efforts were jolly successful.

Daniel walked from the back room dressed in his best and looking like a proper gentleman. Of course, he still smelled like a barrel of rum, but Jake couldn't do anything to correct that unfortunate problem. The acrid scent emanated from Daniel's skin.

"Pay Mother one call when you arrive, and you needn't trouble yourself with her motives," Jake said.

"I would like to see how quickly you would run home to Mum after being at sea. The first thing I need is the touch of a woman, and not the one who gave birth to me. Unlike you, I'm not content to dote on Mother."

"Sod off."

Jake craved a woman's touch, too, but not just any female. Daniel knew well where his allegiances lay. Unfortunately, the woman he desired didn't want him. And thanks to his maniacal rant in her foyer months earlier, she no longer spoke to him either.

Daniel donned his coat and adjusted his cravat. "How is Lady Audley these days? Enticed her to your bed yet?"

Searing heat crept up Jake's neck to the tips of his ears. "My personal matters are none of your concern." The last thing he wished to disclose was how he had ruined any chance for an attachment to Amelia while his brother had been abroad.

Daniel's eyebrows arched in question. "I will take your grumbling as a no. Pity. What has it been? A year?" He strolled to the outer door and tugged it open. "Perhaps I will try my hand with the lady tonight."

"The hell you will."

The thought of Daniel touching Amelia under any circumstances set Jake's blood on fire, but after what he'd walked in on a moment ago... "Just stay clear of the lady. She deserves better than the likes of you."

"Like you, Mummy's Boy?" Daniel chuckled as he disappeared into the darkened corridor. "I tire of waiting for you to woo the lady. I say tonight, may the better man win the lovely widow."

Jake stalked after his brother. "I am the better man."


Amelia, Lady Audley, leaned against the carriage seat, dreading the coming evening. She would rather be any place than a guest in Jake Hillary's home, but she couldn't snub the Hillarys, not after their generous donation to the children this afternoon. Besides, Mrs. Hillary had always been exceptionally kind to her. Amelia could face Jake this evening for his mother's sake, even if the task required herculean strength.

Amelia's dearest friend and silent partner in the foundling house renovation project, Bianca Kennell, leaned forward with a frown. "Amelia, you look as if we are attending a funeral instead of a dinner party. At least try to appear enthused for my sake. You know how I love parties."

"I am not attending this affair for my own pleasure. Mrs. Hillary has spoken with Lady Eldridge and the Duchess of Foxhaven about the renovation. She assures me both ladies are amenable to publicly lending their support, but they wish to inquire into my specific intentions."

Bibi yawned loudly, covering her mouth in a grand gesture. "Oh, pardon me. All this talk of orphans and charity is putting me into a sleeping trance."

Amelia shook her head, smiling reluctantly. She really should be more severe with Bibi, but her dramatics amused more than vexed her. "How thoughtless of me, dearest. I shall endeavor to be more stimulating in my conversation."

"Thank you." Bibi pinched both cheeks, patted her ebony curls, and then readjusted her breasts so they swelled over the neckline of her emerald gown like rising dough. "How do I look?"

"You look lovely, as always."

Bibi flashed a brilliant smile, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Good enough to eat?"

Amelia grinned cheekily. "Mrs. Hillary serves three-course meals. You needn't worry about anyone stuffing an apple in your mouth and serving you on a platter."

Bibi huffed and lifted her nose in the air. "You have a sharp wit tonight, Lady Audley. Try not to slice anyone to ribbons with it."

"I shall wield my weapon with care," she answered with mock graveness.

"See that you do." Bibi crossed her arms and slumped in her seat, her bottom lip protruding as she practiced her pout. "You comprehended my meaning."

Amelia lifted one shoulder, the heat of a blush flooding her cheeks. Unfortunately, she did know her friend's meaning. "Must everyone be privy to your private affairs?"

"Just because you have chosen to remain celibate does not mean I must."

Amelia hadn't chosen celibacy. Her life was simply too complicated to entertain thoughts of a liaison at the moment, and she had sworn off complications the day Jake had condemned her in her own house. She certainly didn't have time for the caliber of gentlemen Bibi took to her bed. One scoundrel had proven one too many for Amelia.

Bibi tossed her head. "What other benefit is there to being widowed if I can't enjoy a tumble or two here and there?"

As the carriage rolled to a stop, Amelia recited a silent prayer of thanks. She didn't wish to continue this discussion.

"Do whatever you like, Bibi, but please practice discretion. I need the support of the ladies attending tonight."


Amelia's brows lifted. "Must we hurl names at them?"

Bibi didn't answer. The footman opened the carriage door and offered her his hand. As she climbed down the steps, she tossed a look back at Amelia. "You were more fun before Jake Hillary attached that millstone of guilt around your neck."

Amelia's heart leapt into her throat as she noted other guests alighting from their carriages or wandering into the house. "Hush, silly girl."

She joined Bibi on the drive and they linked arms, both staring up at the massive Italianate home. Despite visiting Hillary House many times, Amelia never ceased to be amazed by the grandeur. Why, the Hillarys could house hundreds of children without ever crossing paths with a single one!

The foundlings would not have as grand a home as the wealthy landowner, but their living conditions would improve by no small amount once she had the support of a few more philanthropic souls. Of course, she couldn't approach the true holders of the purse strings, which meant she must convince their wives to do so on her behalf.

Amelia's stomach churned. Perhaps it had been a mistake to arrive with her friend. Lady Kennell had been deemed bad ton by several of the ladies who had developed a disliking for her. She hazarded a sideways glance. Bibi flashed an enthusiastic smile, causing Amelia's heart to soften. When she looked at Bibi, all she saw was the loyal friend who had been with her since childhood. To the devil with those ladies.

She hugged Bibi closer to her side and whispered in her ear, "Thank you for accompanying me tonight."

"Where else would I be?"

Indeed. Bibi remained Amelia's constant ally in whatever ventures she undertook.

As they approached the front doors propped open to admit the elegantly attired guests, Amelia patted her dearest friend's hand. "Are you ready to face the ton?"

"Face them? I am prepared to conquer, my dear."

Amelia laughed softly. "Well, go easy on them for my sake."

If she had any hope of helping the orphans, she needed the ladies to view them as benefactresses of a worthy cause, not the wanton widows of Mayfair.


Jake tried to focus on the conversation between Lord Hollister and his brother, but his attention strayed to the drawing room door every few seconds. Amelia had yet to arrive.

He must stand vigilant if he wished to spare her from Daniel's boorish company, which meant enduring his brother's ill manners himself. Daniel was not one to alter his conduct for polite society. If possible, he became even more offensive in such circumstances. Jake only hoped this time he didn't send their mother to her bed for days afterwards.

Lord Hollister inclined his head, preparing to take his leave at last. "Good evening, gentlemen. I trust your stay in Town will be pleasant, Captain Hillary."

Daniel wiggled his eyebrows at Jake. "I'm certain my time in London will be exceptionally pleasant."

"Over my dead body," Jake said through a tight smile.

His brother's mouth twitched in amusement.

Lord Hollister wandered away then paused to scan the room, likely searching for another unfortunate guest to regale with tales of his hounds. The marquess moved toward a group of gentlemen clustered in a far corner. Jake chuckled as panic lit Lord Gilford's eyes when he noted the gentleman's approach.

"Egads!" Daniel rammed his fingers through his hair and released a loud, groaning sigh. "Does the man bore everyone to tears?"

Lord Hollister was out of earshot, but a few twitters indicated guests standing close by had overheard.

"Mostly." Jake handed his brother a drink.

Daniel took a swig then sniffed the glass. "What the hell is this?"

"Lower your voice," Jake scolded. "It's cordial water. Mother insists you wait until after dinner to hit the brandy."

Daniel sampled the drink again and snarled. "This tastes like piss," he whispered. "Bring me a drink suited for a man, not some blasted chit."

"Retrieve it yourself." Trusting in his brother's negative review of the beverage, Jake placed his untouched cordial water on a passing footman's tray. Daniel followed suit.

A flash of color at the drawing room entrance caught Jake's eye, and he turned in time to see their sister and her husband arriving. His heart warmed as it always did in her presence. He nodded in their direction. "This party should gain more life now. Lana has arrived."

Daniel glanced up. "Good God, she's become fat."

Jake elbowed him in the side. "She is with child, half-wit."

Their younger sister's smile widened when her sight landed on them, and before her husband could escort her, she hurried across the room and launched herself into Daniel's arms.

"You're back," she cried, hugging him vigorously.

Despite Daniel's sullen demeanor up to that point, he chuckled and hugged Lana in return. Lifting her feet off the ground, he placed a loud smack on her cheek. "Pumpkin pie, so good to see you."

Jake shook his head, wholly entertained by his audacious siblings and happy at least he knew how to conduct himself in public. If their mother had expected either Lana or Daniel to behave with any decorum this evening, she would be disappointed.

Lana pulled back when Daniel returned her to her feet and wrinkled her nose. "You know I hate that name, Danny Boy."

Jake smirked at her use of their brother's hated moniker. Served him right for teasing her. "I was just sharing your good news with Daniel," he said.

Their brother snorted. "Untrue. He said you had grown stout with marriage when clearly you are with child. Little Jakie can be quite the cur."

Lana rolled her eyes but grinned all the same. "Yes, Jake is the culprit, I'm sure." She placed her hand on her husband's arm when he joined their group.

"Drew, I would like to introduce you to my brother, Captain Daniel Hillary. Daniel, this is my husband, Lord Andrew Forest."

Daniel nodded, his dark frown returning. In Forest's less-domesticated days, everyone had known him, at least by reputation. This would not be the first time their paths had crossed, but for once Daniel held his tongue.

"It is a pleasure, my lord."

"Likewise." Forest placed his hand on the small of Lana's back. "If you will excuse me, lady and gentlemen, I have a matter to discuss with your father."

"Wait. I'll come with you." Lana linked arms with her husband to halt his retreat then leaned forward to speak to Jake and Daniel as if Forest couldn't overhear. "Papa seeks his opinion on another bit of horseflesh he is considering acquiring. They appear to be in competition to see who can make the most frivolous purchases this year. I declare, our mews would be bursting at the seams if not for my vigilance."

Forest shrugged good-naturedly. "It's my only vice, Lana."

"Well, when you state it that way, I suppose I have no cause for complaint, do I?"

Forest winked. "Satisfaction is my aim, love."

An attractive flush infused Lana's cheeks. Since it was no longer Jake's calling to protect his little sister from scoundrels like Forest—unless, of course, she requested his assistance, in which case he would gladly step forward—he overlooked the veiled comment. The firm slant to Daniel's jaw indicated he might not be as magnanimous this evening.

"Neither of you may take your leave before you've danced with me," Lana said and blew a kiss their direction before wandering away arm-in-arm with Forest.

Once they were across the room, Daniel whirled on Jake. "How did that mutton-monger end up married to our little sister?"

"It's a long story," Jake said with a sigh. He didn't wish to rehash his failure to safeguard their dear sister from one of the biggest satyrs in Town. He still hadn't forgiven himself. But he had to admit Forest made her happy, and by all accounts, the gent had reformed. Any scandalous whispers about the former rake now included his wife and their penchant for dark corners.

Jake glanced toward the doorway. What was taking Amelia so long? Most of the guests had already arrived. Perhaps Daniel would forget about his interest in luring her to his bed if Jake could send him sniffing in another direction.

"Father keeps brandy in his study. Shall we help ourselves?"

"Brilliant suggestion." Daniel headed for the side door.

Jake made to follow but froze in place.

Amelia lingered in the threshold, a cool smile sliding across her perfect lips.

Hellfire. He might have just swallowed his tongue. Taking a deep breath to shore up his courage, he squared his shoulders. Tonight he would approach her, because surrendering her to Daniel was out of the question.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Well, Jake was a fool, and Amelia's beauty rivaled any angel's. He pulled at his cravat and rolled his neck. Hopefully, that was the only similarity she shared with the heavenly creatures, but with his luck, she too had a taste for vengeance and a fondness for smiting.

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Lady Amelia's Mess and a Half 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book. This was really good, will be looking for more books by this author.
BeeMac More than 1 year ago
WOW! What a treasure this book is. I couldn't put it down until I finished it. Jake and Amelia have been in love for years but have been thwarted and kept apart through the interference of others. Their love simply rises from the page in waves. All of the characters are well-developed and the emotions are strong. Lose yourself in this beautiful story while I shop for more books by this author!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this story! Had a quite a few good laughs added to the mix. I like how the characters from the previous book (Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel) are incorporated into this book as well. The one thing I would have liked  to see is an epilogue to wrap up the story and sub plots. Enjoying this series. Hope there will be more. 
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ElizabethT More than 1 year ago
This was a cute little romance, which I really enjoyed. At times I thought Jake was being an over reacting jerk that wouldn't listen, and I really dislike Jake's father for all the unnecessary heart ache he caused. I'm not certain i totally like Daniel, Jakes brother, but I did like the story line. I was surprised at how long it was. The book could have easily ended at the halfway point but the author made the story much more interesting. I enjoyed this author and I look forward to reading some more of her books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If an author of Regencies can't be bothered to understand even such simple things as "Rotten Row" is not an avenue for carriages. Or to give some idea of how a young widowed noblewoman might live (under whose roof, using what funds). Then I suppose expecting her to understand how to craft a story is asking way too much. Thank goodness this was a cheap buy one get one. I didn't bother to finish it. I'm sure the hero and heroine will make it to each other. But Ms. Grace gives us no reason to care how. Her craft is unequal to the task at hand.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish I could get rid of it and not be charged.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Poorly researched and poorly read. At first I kept reading to find out if it got any better and then I kept reading to see just how bad it was going to get. Don't get me wrong, I love romance novels, including light, humorous, just for fun ones. But this was just too bad to be enjoyed. I can't believe it has such high review. Ok, down the the details. The backstory was poorly developed. The novel starts abruptly and background details about the characters are dripped out. You never actually find out how her husband dies, just that there was an accident and his body was burned. In addition, the author continually references things that have supposedly happened in the past that she didn't tell us about and doesn't really describe when she mentions them. I didn't even realize that the male lead was the youngest son until severl pages in. Again, no back story. Regarding the poor research, one of the most glaring is the fact that everyone in the family is involved in trade yet they're members of british aristocracy and everyone thinks it's great. This would never have happened at the time. There are other examples, but I'll just move on with the review. The most glaring problem is the writing itself. It is abrupt and a bit hard to read. The character development is, well, almost non-existent and the characters are pretty ridiculous. They're all extremes, with no explanation as to why they are that way. The author seemed to be unable to edit herself. She seemed to be trying to include every cliched story line in this book and it made for choppy, disjointed reading. This author just isn't talented and I have no motivation to read anything else written by this person. It felt like the author was a fan of romance novels and wanted to write her own, but just didn't have the talent. Not good. I actually can't believe this even made it into publishing. I would have been less surprised to find out this was a self-published Kindle book rather than that a publishing house actually tried to sell this piece of junk. In my opinion, stick with better writers like Eloisa James, Julia Quinn, Stephanie Laurens and others like them. They're successful because they're good.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series! Alot! Must buy!
MyBookAddictionandMore More than 1 year ago
LADY AMELIA’S MESS AND A HALF by Samantha Grace is an exciting Regency historical romance. It is book #2 in “Beau Monde Bachelor” Series,but can be read as a stand alone. See,”Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel”. Follow Jake and Amelia from the ballrooms of England across the ocean to New Orleans in America. As they search for the truth,is Amelia’s husband really dead or faking his death and gone to New Orleans. With witty banter,lust,passion,desire,and love they finally find true happiness after years of unhappiness for Amelia with another,Jake’s best friend. A tale of lost love,betrayal by a best friend,a secret or two,the rekindling of love and a love that can last forever. Ms.Grace has written a story with an interesting plot and characters who are not only engaging but who will capture your heart and hold it. A fast paced story with twists and turns. The blooming love between two of the secondary characters is a wonderful side line. A wonderful,delectable historical full of promises of love,the magic of finding said love and passion. A must read! Another hit for Ms. Grace. I can hardly wait for what comes next in these engaging characters. Received for an honest review from the publisher and Net Galley. Details can be found at the author’s website,Sourcebooks Casablanca, and My Book Addiction and More. RATING: 4.5 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY: AprilR, My Book Addiction and More