Poppy Hathaway loves her unconventional family, though she longs for normalcy. Then fate leads to a meeting with Harry Rutledge, an enigmatic hotel owner and inventor with wealth, power, and a dangerous hidden life. When their flirtation compromises her own reputation, Poppy shocks everyone by accepting his proposalonly to find that her new husband offers his passion, but not his trust.
Harry was willing to do anything to win Poppyexcept to open his heart. All his life, he has held the world at arm's length…but the sharp, beguiling Poppy demands to be his wife in every way that matters. Still, as desire grows between them, an enemy lurks in the shadows. Now if Harry wants to keep Poppy by his side, he must forge a true union of body and soul, once and for all...in Tempt Me at Twilight, the third book in Lisa Kleypas's Victorian romance series.
About the Author
Lisa Kleypas is the RITA Award-winning author of many contemporary and historical romance novels, including the Hathaways series, A Wallflower Christmas, Christmas Eve at Friday Harbor, and Love in the Afternoon. Her books are published in fourteen languages and are bestsellers all over the world. Kleypas graduated from Wellesley College and published her first novel at the age of 21. In 1985, she was named Miss Massachusetts in the Miss America competition. She lives in Washington with her husband and two children.
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Tempt Me at Twilight
By Lisa Kleypas
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2009 Lisa Kleypas
All rights reserved.
The Rutledge Hotel
Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed — and all because of a ferret.
Unfortunately Poppy Hathaway had pursued Dodger halfway through the Rutledge Hotel before she recalled an important fact: to a ferret, a straight line included six zigs and seven zags.
"Dodger," Poppy said desperately. "Come back. I'll give you a biscuit, any of my hair ribbons, anything! Oh, I'm going to make a scarf out of you ..."
As soon as she caught her sister's pet, Poppy swore she was going to alert the management of the Rutledge that Beatrix was harboring wild creatures in their family suite, which was definitely against hotel policy. Of course, that might cause the entire Hathaway clan to be forcibly removed from the premises.
At the moment, Poppy didn't care.
Dodger had stolen a love letter that had been sent to her from Michael Bayning, and nothing in the world mattered except retrieving it. All the situation needed was for Dodger to hide the blasted thing in some public place where it would be discovered. And then Poppy's chances of marrying a respectable and perfectly wonderful young man would be forever lost.
Dodger hurried through the luxurious hallways of the Rutledge Hotel in a sinuous lope, staying just out of reach. The letter was clamped in his long front teeth.
As she dashed after him, Poppy prayed that she would not be seen. No matter how reputable the hotel, a respectable young woman should never have left her suite unescorted. However, Miss Marks, her companion, was still abed. And Beatrix had gone for an early morning ride with their sister, Amelia.
"You're going to pay for this, Dodger!"
The mischievous creature thought everything in the world was for his own amusement. No basket or container could go without being overturned or investigated, no stocking or comb or handkerchief could be left alone. Dodger stole personal items and left them in heaps beneath chairs and sofas, and he took naps in drawers of clean clothes, and worst of all, he was so entertaining in his naughtiness that the entire Hathaway family was inclined to overlook his behavior.
Whenever Poppy objected to the ferret's outrageous antics, Beatrix was always apologetic and promised that Dodger would never do it again, and she seemed genuinely surprised when Dodger didn't heed her earnest lectures. And because Poppy loved her younger sister, she had tried to endure living with the obnoxious pet.
This time, however, Dodger had gone too far.
The ferret paused at a corner, checked to make certain he was still being chased, and in his happy excitement, he did a little war dance, a series of sideways hops that expressed pure delight. Even now, when Poppy wanted to murder him, she couldn't help but acknowledge that he was adorable. "You're still going to die," she told him, approaching him in as unthreatening a manner as possible. "Give me the letter, Dodger."
The ferret streaked past a colonnaded lightwell that admitted sunshine from overhead and sent it down three floors to the mezzanine level. Grimly, Poppy wondered how far she was going to have to chase him. He could cover quite a lot of territory, and the Rutledge was massive, occupying five full blocks in the theater district.
"This," she muttered beneath her breath, "is what happens when you're a Hathaway. Misadventures ... wild animals ... house fires ... curses ... scandals ..."
Poppy loved her family dearly, but she longed for the kind of quiet, normal life that didn't seem possible for a Hathaway. She wanted peace. Predictability.
Dodger ran through the doorway of the third-floor steward's offices, which belonged to Mr. Brimbley. The steward was an elderly man with a full white mustache, the ends neatly waxed into points. As the Hathaways had stayed at the Rutledge many times in the past, Poppy knew that Brimbley reported every detail of what occurred on his floor to his superiors. If the steward found out what she was after, the letter would be confiscated, and Poppy's relationship with Michael would be exposed. And Michael's father, Lord Andover, would never approve of the match if there were even one whiff of impropriety attached to it.
Poppy caught her breath and backed up against the wall as Brimbley exited his offices with two of the Rutledge staff. "... go to the front office at once, Harkins," the steward was saying. "I want you to investigate the matter of Mr. W's room charges. He has a history of claiming that charges are incorrect when they are, in fact, accurate. From now on, I think it best to have him sign a receipt whenever a charge is made."
"Yes, Mr. Brimbley." The three men proceeded along the hallway, away from Poppy.
Cautiously, she crept to the doorway of the offices and peeked around the jamb. The two connected rooms appeared to be unoccupied. "Dodger," she whispered urgently, and saw him scurry beneath a chair. "Dodger, do come here!"
Which, of course, produced more excited hopping and dancing.
Biting her lower lip, Poppy went across the threshold. The main office room was generously sized, furnished with a massive desk piled high with ledgers and papers. An armchair upholstered in burgundy leather had been pushed up against the desk, while another was positioned near an empty fireplace with a marble mantel.
Dodger waited beside the desk, regarding Poppy with bright eyes. His whiskers twitched above the coveted letter. He held very still, holding Poppy's gaze as she inched toward him.
"That's right," she soothed, extending her hand slowly. "What a good boy, a lovely boy ... wait right there, and I'll take the letter and carry you back to our suite, and give you — Drat!"
Just before she could grasp the letter, Dodger had slithered beneath the desk with it.
Red with fury, Poppy glanced around the room in search of something, anything, she could use to poke Dodger from his hiding place. Spying a candlestick in a silver holder on the mantel, she tried to pull it down. But the candle wouldn't budge. The silver holder had been affixed to the mantel.
Before Poppy's astonished eyes, the entire back of the fireplace rotated noiselessly. She gasped at the mechanical wizardry of the door as it revolved with a smooth automated motion. What had appeared to be solid brick was nothing but a textured façade.
Gleefully, Dodger darted from the desk and went through the opening.
"Bother," Poppy said breathlessly. "Dodger, don't you dare!"
But the ferret paid no heed. And to make matters worse, she could hear the rumble of Mr. Brimbley's voice as he returned to the room. "... of course Mr. Rutledge must be informed. Put it in the report. And by all means don't forget —"
With no time to consider her options or the consequences, Poppy dashed through the fireplace, and the door closed behind her.
She was engulfed in near darkness as she waited, straining to hear what was happening inside the office. Apparently she had not been detected. Mr. Brimbley continued his conversation, something about reports and housekeeping concerns.
It occurred to Poppy that she might have to wait for a long time before the steward left the office again. Or she would have to find another way out. Of course, she could simply go back through the fireplace and announce her presence to Mr. Brimbley. However, she couldn't begin to imagine how much explaining she would have to do, and how embarrassing it would be.
Turning, Poppy discerned that she was in a long passageway, with a source of diffused light coming from somewhere overhead. She looked upward. The passage was illuminated by a daylight shaft, similar to the ones that ancient Egyptians had used to determine the positioning of stars and planets.
She could hear the ferret creeping somewhere nearby. "Well, Dodger," she muttered, "you got us into this. Why don't you help me find a door?"
Obligingly Dodger advanced along the passageway and disappeared into the shadows. Poppy heaved a sigh and followed. She refused to panic, having learned during the Hathaways' many brushes with calamity that losing one's head never helped a situation.
As Poppy made her way through the darkness, she kept her fingertips against the wall to maintain her bearings. She had gone only a few yards when she heard a scraping noise. Freezing in place, Poppy waited and listened intently.
All was quiet.
But her nerves prickled with awareness and her heart began to drum as she saw the glow of yellow lamplight ahead. And then it was extinguished.
She was not alone in the passageway.
The footsteps came closer, closer, with the swift purpose of a predator. Someone was heading right for her.
Now, Poppy decided, was the appropriate time to panic. Whirling around in full-scale alarm, she dashed back the way she had come. Being chased by unknown people in dark corridors was a novel experience even for a Hathaway. She cursed her heavy skirts, grabbing them up in frantic handfuls as she tried to run. But the person who chased her was much too fast to be eluded.
A cry escaped her as she was caught up in a brutal, expert grip. It was a man — a large one — and he seized her in a way that arched her back against his chest. One of his hands pressed her head sharply to the side.
"You should know," came a low, chilling voice close to her ear, "that with just a bit more pressure than this, I could snap your neck. Tell me your name, and what you're doing in here."CHAPTER 2
Poppy could scarcely think above the blood rushing in her ears and the pain of his tight grasp. The stranger's chest was very hard behind her. "This is a mistake," she managed to say. "Please —"
He forced her head farther to the side until she felt a cruel pinch of the nerves in the joint between her neck and shoulder. "Your name," he insisted gently.
"Poppy Hathaway," she gasped. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to —"
"Poppy?" His hold loosened.
"Yes." Why had he said her name as if he knew her? "Are you ... you must be one of the hotel staff?"
He ignored the question. One of his hands coasted lightly over her arms and her front as if he were searching for something. Her heart threshed like the wing beats of a small bird.
"Don't," she gasped between fragmented breaths, arching away from his touch.
"Why are you in here?" He turned her to face him. No one of Poppy's acquaintance had ever handled her so familiarly. They were close enough to the overhead lightwell that Poppy could see the outline of hard, lean features and the glitter of deep-set eyes.
Fighting to catch her breath, Poppy winced at the sharp ache in her neck. She reached for it and tried to soothe the pain as she spoke. "I was ... I was chasing a ferret, and the fireplace in Mr. Brimbley's office opened, and we went through it and then I tried to find another way out."
Nonsensical as the explanation was, the stranger sorted through it efficiently. "A ferret? One of your sister's pets?"
"Yes," she said, bewildered. She rubbed her neck and winced. "But how did you know ... have we met before? No, please don't touch me, I ... ouch!"
He had turned her around and had put his hand on the side of her neck. "Be still." His touch was deft and sure as he massaged the tender nerve. "If you try to run from me, I'll only catch you again."
Quivering, Poppy endured his kneading, probing fingers and wondered if she were at the mercy of a madman. He pressed harder, exacting a sensation that was neither pleasure nor pain but some unfamiliar mingling of the two. She made a sound of distress, writhing helplessly. To her surprise, the burn of the pinched nerve eased, and her rigid muscles went lax with relief. She went still and let out a long breath, her head dropping.
"Better?" he asked, using both hands now, his thumbs stroking the back of her neck, slipping beneath the soft lace that trimmed the high-throated bodice of her dress.
Thoroughly unnerved, Poppy tried to step away from him, but his hands clamped on her shoulders instantly. She cleared her throat and attempted a dignified tone. "Sir, I — I should like you to guide me out of here. My family will reward you. No questions will be —"
"Of course." He released her slowly. "No one ever uses this passageway without my permission. I assumed that anyone in here was up to no good."
The comments bore a resemblance to an apology, although his tone wasn't regretful in the least.
"I assure you, I had no intention of doing anything other than retrieving this atrocious animal." She felt Dodger rustling near the hem of her skirts.
The stranger bent and scooped up the ferret. Holding Dodger by the scruff of his neck, he handed him to Poppy.
"Thank you." The ferret's supple body went limp and compliant in Poppy's grasp. As she might have expected, the letter was gone. "Dodger, you blasted thief — where is it? What have you done with it?"
"What are you looking for?"
"A letter," Poppy said tensely. "Dodger stole it and carried it in here ... it must be somewhere nearby."
"It will be found later."
"But it's important."
"Obviously, if you've gone to such trouble to recover it. Come with me."
Reluctantly Poppy murmured her assent and allowed him to take her elbow.
"Where are we going?"
There was no reply.
"I would prefer that no one knew about this," Poppy ventured.
"I'm sure you would."
"May I rely on your discretion, sir? I must avoid scandal at all costs."
"Young women who wish to avoid scandal should probably stay in their hotel suites," he pointed out unhelpfully.
"I was perfectly content to stay in my room," Poppy protested. "It was only because of Dodger that I had to leave. I must have my letter back. And I'm certain my family will compensate you for your trouble, if you would —"
He found his way through the shadow-tricked passageway with no difficulty at all, his grip on Poppy's elbow gentle but inexorable. They did not go toward Mr. Brimbley's office but instead went the opposite direction, for what seemed an interminable distance.
Finally the stranger stopped and turned to a place in the wall, and pushed a door open. "Go in."
Hesitantly Poppy preceded him into a well-lit room, a sort of parlor, with a row of Palladian windows overlooking the street. A heavy oak drafting table occupied one side of the room, and bookshelves lined nearly every inch of wall space. There was a pleasant and oddly familiar mixture of scents in the air — candle wax and vellum and ink and book dust — it smelled like her father's old study.
Poppy turned toward the stranger, who had come into the room and closed the concealed door.
It was difficult to ascertain his age — he appeared to be on the early side of his thirties, but there was an air of hard-bitten worldliness about him, a sense that he had seen enough of life to cease being surprised by anything. He had heavy, well-cut hair, black as midnight, and a fair complexion in which his dark brows stood out in striking contrast. And he was as handsome as Lucifer, his brows strong, the nose straight and defined, the mouth brooding. The angle of his jaw was sharp, tenacious, anchoring the grave features of a man who perhaps took everything — including himself — a bit too seriously.
Poppy felt herself flush as she stared into a pair of remarkable eyes ... intense cool green with dark rims, shadowed by bristly black lashes. His gaze seemed to take her in, consuming every detail. She noticed faint shadows beneath his eyes, but they did nothing to impair his hard-faced good looks.
A gentleman would have uttered some pleasantry, something reassuring, but the stranger remained silent.
Why did he stare at her like that? Who was he, and what authority did he wield in this place?
She had to say something, anything, to break the tension. "The smell of books and candle wax," she remarked inanely, "... it reminds me of my father's study."
The man stepped toward her, and Poppy shrank back reflexively. They both went still. It seemed that questions filled the air between them as if they had been written in invisible ink.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Jay Harry Rutledge has spent his life pursing his own singular achievements both monetarily and positional in life. He has through his own perseverance become a successful hotel owner and earned the respect of proper London society as well as his employees. What he had no time for love or affection as none had even been given to him from either his parents or partners. Everything in life was as it should be until the day he set his eyes on one Poppy Hathaway and nothing would ever be the same. In the chaotic Hathaway family Poppy was the calm and quiet one that always managed to keep a level head and her feet on the ground. She wanted to find love and thought she had but the man of her dreams turned into a nightmare when he decided his title and inheritance were more important than love. But when Poppy decided she would never marry Harry decides she is the one he wants to marry and moves everyone and everything aside to achieve this goal and secure her as his wife. Poppy feels he is not the man for her and reminds Harry of this often enough even after she agrees to marry him. He promises her diamonds, carriages and everything her heart desires but makes it perfectly clear he will never love her - desire her yes but love is not on the table. After they are married when too many cold nights and lonely days prove more than she can handle alone Poppy takes refuge with her family. But there is much conspiring amongst Harry's employees who help to up the ante and make sure that Harry not only explores his feelings for Poppy but make they are known to everyone. Poppy runs and Harry pursues and when he finally catches her it is his heart that is bursting with emotion that even Harry can't completely comprehend but willingly accepts. The Hathaway's are an amazing, emotional and wild bunch that are so entertaining and fill the books with such excitement. But it is the calm that Poppy brings to her story that really delights the reader because she is so dear and has an open heart for everyone that you want true love for her. You almost feel she may have missed her chance but with Harry's true character comes out it is pure magic. This book has such a high wow factor that you truly slow down your reading pace to make sure you can extend this as long as possible.
Lisa Kleypas once again brings to life the Hathaway family. And what a delightful group they are! This time we get Poppy's story. Poppy is in love with her longtime beau and is in hopes of an engagement. Enter Harry Rutledge, ruthless hotelier, who takes one look at Poppy and decides to make her his, at any cost. Harry would appear to be the villain but as the story unfolds and he and Poppy get closer you realize that he is a wounded soul and of course Poppy can't help but fall in love with him. This is the perfect love story with the bonus of catching up with the rest of the Hathaway family. Be sure not to miss the first two installments, Mine Till Midnight and Seduce Me At Sunrise. Lisa Kleypas is a master romance writer you can count on to entertain with every page.
Some books just feel comfortable all over. One of my favorite things about Lisa Kleypas is that her novels all make me feel that way. This novel was a resounding success...appealing characters, laugh out loud moments and tangible affection. Kleypas does her homework. The clothing, the homes, the food, the dances...everything is thoroughly researched and integrated in such a way as to not appear as random factoids of information. Very lush and rich settings, that put the reader right smack dab in the middle of the story. Poppy was precious, and I loved her, but when I read a romance novel, I want to love and remember the hero above all else. The book is a winner on my shelf.
Overall this book was a good read. It was a bit of a slow begining, but once you get to the halfway point it picks up. I'm a Kleypas fan and while this wasn't on my top 10 of her books it was worth the read.
This is my favorite book in the Hathaway series so far. Harry Rutledge is a bit closer to my favorite Kleypas Heroes then Cam and Merripen from the first two books are. He's more devious, cunning and mysterious. You never truly know what you are going to get from him or who he is. The story is told well, has quirky moments and is really romantic.
One of the first romance novels I ever read, very unforgetable series.
I read this book in one night. I could not stop to put it down. Poppy was a likable herione from the beginning. The storyline of Harry being the vliian who eventually falls in love with was fun. Of course the rest of the Hathaways are always fun to read about. I highly recommend this book.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and was sad when it wa over. I read it in one night (well, into the next morning). I can't wait until the next book in this series
London, 1852 Three seasons and still the only prospect of marriage for Poppy Hathaway was a man (Mr. Michael Bayning)who had still not told his father that he wanted to court her. The love letters between the two of them promised marriage, but shortly after being kissed by Mr. Harry Rutledge, the elusive owner of the Rutledge hotel, she was informed that there was no way Michael¿s father would ever consent to their being wed. Knowing what he wanted and then getting it was a regular task for Harry and this would be no different. There was something about Poppy, who had stumbled upon one of his secret passageways and then had shown interest in his private collection. He had to have her as his wife, no matter how he had to get her.Book 3 ¿ Lisa Kleypas has a grasp on historicals that leaves even the most mundane of characters one that you want to watch for again and again. I really enjoyed the inclusion of all the other Hathaways (and husbands). I was not sure about how much I would like Poppy¿s story but Harry was a fabulous character and made it easy to like it. While definitely not my favorite Hathaway, Harry is the best villain I have seen in a long time. I also really enjoyed the Catherine Marks parts of the story and am eager to hear more of her story and to see how Lisa Kleypas can give young Beatrix something more than just her critters.
Of all the Hathaway sisters Poppy had always been considered the most ladylike. Unfortunately after three seasons out with no husband to show for it, Poppy had started to think that being the most normal of the Hathaways really wasn't acceptably normal at all. Even her secret love, Michael, was embarrassed to tell his father about his intentions to someone so far below his class. When Dodger the Ferret gets hold of one of Michael's love letters to Poppy she is determined to find the animal before he wrecks everything. Instead, she is led into a secret passage which hides the secret rooms of reclusive hotel owner, Harry Rutledge. Harry has only ever known hard work and ambition, neither of which ever touches his heart. When faced with the captivating Poppy Hathaway he is determined to win her over, even if it means ruining her secret love affair and marrying her to do it.I almost always adore Ms. Kleypas' historical romances and this one continues that tradition. The characters of both Poppy and Harry were very engaging and I even enjoyed the glimpses we get of past and future couples (I'm very much looking forward to Leo and Catherine's story!) This was a very hard book to put down and moved swiftly. I do find myself kind of skimming the love scenes because although she writes steamy interludes, they all seem pretty similar book to book. Frankly what I like best about her books are the characters and the story, everything else is just a bonus anyway.Another very lovely entry into the Hathaway series and this author continues her reign as my most favorite historical romance author.
Parts of this book were incredible but it felt very disjointed at times. I loved Poppy and Harry and wish they had more time together outside of "the big conflict". I think this book can grow on me in time... A lot of setup in this book for the next book which always annoys me. I'm really looking forward to Beatrix's book though, her character development in this series has been very strong.
This was alright, once it got going. The Hathaways are an eccentric family, raised to the ton through a fluke death of a distant relative, and Poppy is the heroine of this one. She's quirky - smart, well-read and too talkative for an unmarried woman to be accepted by the ton.Harry, an American inventor and owner of the hotel where Poppy and her family are staying in London, meets Poppy by chance, and is quickly enchanted by her intelligence, humor and frankness. Through some sneakiness on Harry's part, Poppy's secret intended, a minor member of the nobility, is forced to stop seeing her (and scrap their plans of marriage), and Harry steps in to offer for her.While I practically swooned over Harry's desire for Poppy (and williness to speak of it), I found myself infinitely more interested in the tension and chemistry between Poppy's older brother and Poppy's companion, a mysterious young woman with a secret tie to Harry.Light and romantic, but I'm more interested in the next in the series...
I enjoyed this book very much it was very easy to read.Poppy Hathaway met Harry Rutledge while staying at his hotel and when he met her he was smitten and had to have her. At the time she was hoping to become betrothed to another man but Harry saw to that and asked Poppy to marry him and she did against her families wishes. The Hathaway family is fun to read about and it was good to meet the other members again.
I loved this book! So far, I'm three for three with the Hathaway series!! I've heard others say this was their least favorite. That they didn't like Harry and felt sorry for Poppy. I was sort of opposite. I felt so sorry for Harry. It was clear to me that he was a great match for Poppy even from the beginning of the book. I was a little irritated with Poppy. But not so much so that I didn't really enjoy the book. I loved the tension that is building with Leo and Miss Marks. I love how I still get to see the characters who were in books one and two. I also loved how there is some suspense to the book that doesn't only have to do with Harry and Poppy. It keeps the book interesting! I really enjoyed this book and can't wait to get started on the next in the series!
We all know and are attracted (even if we don't admit it) to that villain of a man, the seemingly cold-hearted, manipulative hunk who, underneath the layers of bravado, just wants and needs to be held, to be wanted, to be loved. Harry Rutledge is such a man in the third installment of the Hathaways series, TEMPT ME AT TWILIGHT.Harry is the reclusive, handsome, American born owner of the prestigious London hotel, The Rutledge. He is a self-made man and one of the richest in London as well as one of the most mysterious, hence his instantanious attractiveness to all women. He is notorious for his shrewd business sense, his manipulative nature and ruthless determination to get whatever he wants. And what he wants...... is Poppy Hathaway. Poppy is beautiful, intelligent, with a love for life that is engrossing. She wants a normal, predictable, peaceful life, which, of coarse, does not happen when your last name is Hathaway. Staying at the Rutledge Hotel during the season, Poppy believes she has found her true love in Michael Bayning, a young man secretly courting her, witholding a proposal due to his fears that his father will not approve of the match. But if a man truly loves a woman, nothing would stop him from having her. As Harry tells Poppy,"You were courted by a boy, who had to do as he was told." His hot breath feathered against her lips as he whispered, "You should try it with a man, who needs no one's permission."Nothing will stop Harry from getting what he wants, especially not a young buck like Michael Bayning. A little bit of manipulation and maneuvering, and Harry has Poppy where he wants her....in a very uncompromising position that could ruin her reputation forever. But what will happen when Poppy discovers that she is married to the villain, a man who manipulates people with his power and money.....a man who doesn't tell her the whole truth.As the story progresses, Poppy comes to accept Harry for who he is, and in doing so, offers him the love he so desperately wanted and needed his whole life. Harry finally comes to realize and accept that he is deserving of love and that he is capable of loving. Little did he know that Poppy was the woman he was waiting for his whole life, the one who would make him laugh, intrigue him, beguile him, adore him....the one who would unleash in him a profound love that he could no longer contain.¿I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You¿re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it...it¿s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes...¿ His mouth moved passionately over hers, urging her lips apart. It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis. Or at least that was how Poppy felt about it. "This is another great Lisa Kleypas story. It has it all.... villainous hero, lovable heroine, hot and heavy love scenes, humourous dialogue, and charming secondary characters. I have loved this quirky Hathaway family from the beginning in MINE TILL MIDNIGHT. The author keeps us laughing with the return of the familiar, unconventional family members whom I have come to know and love so well. The author's revelations about Catherine and the obvious growing attraction between her and Leo is enough to make me run to the nearest book store. Thank god for the internet and ebooks.....with the push of a button, I am already engrossed in the next Hathaway love affair.
In the Hathaway Series, I have read the previous two books, and so far this is my favorite book. I look forward to reading the next two books.
Great read. It was funny and enchanting. Loved the characters immensely
I just love the Hathaway’s. I’ve read each more than once.
Entertaining and just what I needed to escape reality.
The emotions and far reaching consequences of an abused child are heartbreaking and were well dealt with in this novel. I agree with all of the other positive reviews written here. LORRAINE