For years, Daphne Wentworth, Countess of Carrington, has loved her powerful, enigmatic husband, despite the fact that they married under less than ideal circumstances. But no more. Finally at her breaking point, Daphne intends to create a scandal so big, her austere husband will have no choice but to divorce her. Except everything goes awry when he surprises her with the last thing she expected.
Sylvester Wentworth, Earl of Carrington, has returned to London for one reason—to seduce his wife. After a near-death experience, he is in need of an heir and means to make his marriage a real one. To his shock, though, his wicked, beautiful countess wants the exact opposite, and he must now do everything possible to entice his countess to stay forever.
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* The Earl in My Bed
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Six years earlier ...
Hampstead, England, 1816
Miss Daphne Elizabeth Collins whipped her head up, searching for the source of that expression of appalled disbelief. The light of the noonday sun valiantly peeking from behind bloated clouds obscured her vision. She kicked against the strong currents of the river while holding onto the wiggling bundle in her arms.
"Thank heavens! Don't just stand there, help me," she gasped out. A light misting rain fell, and thunder rumbled in the darkened sky, a warning that more rain was on the horizon.
The gentleman who'd stumbled upon her swung from his impressive horse and rushed toward the embankment. He knelt in the mud, uncaring that he was dirtying his breeches, and held out his hands. Releasing the jutting bramble, she slapped her hand into his, trusting that he would not allow the river to take her away. Dear God, let us be safe soon.
He braced himself and hauled her from the churning water. He tried to stand, tugging her with him, but they tumbled along the slippery slope. He slammed into the earth with a grunt but was of a mind to protect her by wrapping his arms around her as she fell against him. The feel of his powerfully muscled body beneath hers sent shock and intrigue rushing through her veins.
She could not have been in the water for more than a few minutes, but she was chilled to her bones. Daphne stirred, and her cold nose brushed against his rigid jawline.
"I must say, this is not at all proper, is it?" she said into the curve of his neck, conscious of the wonderful heat emanating from him.
With a muttered and very ungentlemanlike curse, he pushed her off him as if he had touched the plague, and Daphne found herself sprawled indecorously onto mud and grass. Her dress was muddied and ruined, her bonnet sat askew atop her head, there was a rip in her stocking, and one of her boots had somehow been lost. She was horribly aware of her bedraggled appearance. If Papa saw her now, she would have to be the very picture of female respectability and demure modesty before he would allow her to leave her chamber. Somehow, she would need to return to Seaview Manor and slip through the kitchens to avoid her father and governess discovering her terribly disheveled state. She chuckled softly at the challenge of pulling the wool over the eyes of her very observant and priggish governess.
"There is nothing remotely humorous in this situation," her rescuer said a trifle peevishly.
As if to mock his assertions, her four-month-old energetic and badly trained wolfhound, Gulliver, licked the stranger's face, yipping and wagging his tail.
"I've fallen down the rabbit hole," he muttered, trying to find purchase on the slippery slope as he stood. "The day cannot worsen."
Daphne was saved from the necessity of a reply as her puppy bounded over to her and licked along her chin. No doubt the wretch was grateful she had jumped into the water without thought to save his life.
"If you will allow me to assist you, miss?"
She glanced up at one of the most handsome gentlemen she had ever seen, even a messy and irritated one. Vivid green eyes peered down at her with studied seriousness.
"Miss Daphne Collins," she said, reaching for the hand he held out.
Once again, he attempted to pull her up, and they went tumbling down. He cursed. She laughed. It was all remarkably ridiculous.
A reluctant smile tugged at his lips. "Perhaps if we are very slow and careful."
"I agree, Mister ...?"
She smiled, and they carefully found purchase and made their way up the slope toward the horse. The rain fell harder, and a mortifying sneeze rushed from her. An elegantly embroidered handkerchief materialized, and she took it, rather grateful for his courteousness. "Thank you, Mr. Carrington."
"Are you here alone?"
"How far do you need to go?"
She swiped several droplets of rain from her face. "Seaview Manor, a few miles from here." She pointed east, barely able to distinguish her home in the distance. "I was chasing Gulliver when he fell into the water. I was obliged to rescue the scamp," she said, bending to scoop him into her arms.
The harsh disapproval of her rescuer's mouth softened as he peered at her puppy. "Your actions were foolhardy. What if I hadn't ridden along?"
A low growl escaped Gulliver, as if he understood this unknown gentleman was scolding her reckless bid to save him.
"I've never been accused of being cowardly, and my little love would have drowned had I not saved him." Another frightful sneeze escaped her into the wonderfully fragranced handkerchief.
"Heavier rain is imminent, and we must find shelter. Have you ever ridden astride?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted, casting a quick glance about, though there was one else present to hear her confession of improper behavior.
He mounted his horse with masculine and graceful ease. He held out his hand to her, and she blinked before reaching up and allowing him to aid her onto the horse, behind him. Her entire body blushed to be so pressed up against him. Gulliver whined and tried to wriggle from her grasp, but she held tightly onto him as the stranger thundered off.
And not in the direction of her home.
Unbearable alarm slithered through her, and releasing his shoulder, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.
"Sweet Mercy," he growled, bringing the horse to a shuddering halt.
Daphne pointed left. "My home is that way, Mr. Carrington. I will be forced to do you irreparable harm if you do not take me there at once."
A strangled sound of disbelief emanated from him, and she winced.
"It is too far, and we will not make it before the deluge. I am riding to Kellits Hall, which is only a few minutes this way," he said with exaggerated patience, looking as if he wished to throttle her, before once again urging his horse to a careful speed, the rolling hills of the countryside, carpeted with the greenest of grass and bluebells, a blur.
"Very well," she said, trying to swallow her apprehension.
True to his word, they arrived at Kellits Hall a few short minutes later, and he assisted her down.
She reflected, not for the first time, on how incredibly handsome he was. His hair was as black as coal, and his eyes the darkest green she had ever beheld, like the very grass upon which they stood. He was dressed in a brown jacket, a blue waistcoat, and light-colored breeches that disappeared into knee-high riding boots. Even his mouth was beautifully shaped. She jolted, mortified at the direction of her thoughts. He seemed terribly close, and the need to create a safe distance became imperative. He had an air of rakish danger about him, and perhaps it was men like him, with dastardly reputations, that her governess had warned her to be wary of.
She hurried up the steps while he led the horse away, presumably toward the stables. Daphne knocked, and after waiting a few beats, the cold gust of wind and rain urged her to open the door and step inside. The large hallway was dimmed, and no welcoming fire greeted her. In fact, all the furniture had been covered with white sheets, and fine dust was settled on the parquet floor.
The door slammed shut, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream as she whirled around. Mr. Carrington leveled amused eyes upon her person.
"It is only me. Let's withdraw to the drawing room. I left a fire there earlier."
She tried to recall deportment lessons that would possibly guide her in how to behave at this unexpected development of sheltering from the storm with a strange gentleman in an evidently unoccupied house. Daphne frantically searched her memory but there was nothing.
He prowled ahead, and she followed him into a room where the furniture was likewise covered in sheets. "I've heard it is to be let," she said, hurrying over to the grate where a fire burned low. "Are you to occupy Kellits Hall with your family, Mr. Carrington?"
He grunted but made no reply, shrugging from his soaked jacket.
His hair was wet, and his waistcoat and white shirt were plastered to the powerfully defined muscles beneath them. A very strange but sweet twisting ache stirred in her belly, and her heart quickened. Blushing furiously, she dragged her gaze from his lithe form. She winced, for Papa would be grossly disappointed in any conduct that could be deemed unladylike. He had been trying so hard since Mamma died to ensure his daughter had the proper lessons to secure herself a suitable suitor at her coming out, which was only a few months away. An event she anticipated with great expectation.
She glanced toward Mr. Carrington again. He looked to be about the same age as her older brother who was down from Cambridge for the week. Perhaps they were familiar? "Are you friends with Henry?"
"Who, may I ask, is Henry?"
Fiddlesticks. "The honorable Henry Collins, my brother. I thought you might know him."
"I don't. How old are you?" Mr. Carrington asked abruptly. "Forgive my manners," he amended, raking his fingers through his hair, creating a wave of curls.
"I will be seventeen in a week," Daphne said, tugging the bonnet from her head.
His attention snapped to her hair. He sucked in a sharp and obvious breath, dealing her an arrested stare. Daphne knew she must look a fright — her soft pink day gown was dripping and clung quite uncomfortably, with grass and dirt stains on the hems and her back. And never forget she only had on the one boot. How mortifying. She then noted his gaze remained an inordinate time on her silvery blond hair before he lowered his regard to her face.
The warm admiration in his eyes as they stroked over her was alarming ...and captivating. At her silence, he tugged at his cravat, the nervous action pulling a smile to her lips.
"I do not mean to be rude, but I cannot stay with you here alone."
She glanced at the windows. "The weather is frightfully unaccommodating of that wish."
He started to pace like a caged lion, and she couldn't help staring at his graceful movements. It suddenly struck her that he was worried about being caught alone with her. "Oh, dear."
A decidedly imperious brow lifted. "I see you finally understand my predicament."
Oh, I do. To abandon her so very far from home in an empty manor was ungentlemanly, but to stay with her would surely compromise her reputation and his honor. A tremor of uncertainty quivered through her. "My father would understand the need that forced us alone for a few minutes," she said, flushing.
"Wives and daughters of society have tried to trap me with less inventive scenarios than this," he said with a rueful twist of his lips.
"Are you such a good catch, then?" she asked archly.
He graced her with a look that was vaguely sardonic. "I've had to leave several balls early because of their desperate machinations."
The contempt in his words was stinging. He was clearly wealthy with impeccable breeding, and Mr. Carrington had an air of refinement that made her feel gauche. Perhaps he was wealthy with estimable connections that had made him sought after. Though it must be unpleasant to be hounded so. She made a silent promise to herself to never be so obvious or ridiculous with a suitor at her debut. The man she married must love and cherish her with his whole being, and of course, she would admire him with a similar ardent regard.
"Papa has honor," she insisted. Not that she could reveal her father's dear desire for her to secure a titled gentleman. No mere mister or second son would do for his daughter, a statement he had made to the few suitors who had attempted to pay a call upon her these past months. Papa had been unforgivably rude and unrepentant.
"Mothers are more marriage minded."
"Mamma is dead, so please suffer no fear in that regard."
He froze, then slowly spun on his heels to face her. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said gruffly.
"It was years ago," replied Daphne, burying the flare of familiar sorrow.
He shot her a side-eyed glance. "It has been three years and six days since I lost my father. I still feel the sting of it every day."
"I am very sorry for your loss as well, sir."
"Please, let us be informal. I'm Sylvester."
Sylvester. She suddenly felt warm, despite her soaked clothing. "Oh no, I couldn't. That would not be at all proper, Mr. Carrington."
He hesitated slightly, then said, "As you wish, Miss Collins."
He smiled, and the charm of it made her breath hitch. A dangerous promise — or was it a threat — lurked in his smile. The thrill of the moment was undeniable, and Daphne felt as if she were taking tea with a suitor.
Somehow, they started a discourse, and he engaged her quite effortlessly in a conversation he seemed genuinely interested in. They did not speak of the things her governess had instructed her to have discourse on. There was no mention of the weather, or balls, or routes, or any on-dits. They spoke of the war and slavery, the affairs of the nation, and the fact that he wanted to explore the world. The passion he radiated as he spoke of traveling informed her that he did not like being restricted. In fact, the way he paced, his movements so carefully controlled, hinted at a gentleman who did not know how to simply pause and appreciate the simple pleasure of life.
Or perhaps she was fanciful.
He hadn't seemed appalled that she'd formed her own opinions and shared them without reservations. He'd expressed no disapproval of her intelligence but simply accepted that she was well-read. How curious and frightfully appealing.
What had started as a dreary day had taken quite a turn and was arguably one of the most amiable afternoons she could ever recall. Almost an hour had passed before she belatedly realized, while he now knew a lot about her family and her precious Gulliver, Mr. Carrington hardly spoke of his family.
And once the rain eased, he ended their conversation quite brusquely and urged her from the house. He carried her home but only tipped his hat and whirled away the instant she had dismounted at the forecourt of Seaview Manor. Her disappointment was great. He made no indication if he would call upon her father and introduce himself, nor had he confirmed if he was letting Kellits Hall.
Surely she had not misconstrued his admiration whilst they had chatted?
Gulliver barked, but Mr. Carrington did not glance back. Turning on her heels, Daphne snuck inside before she caught a chill. A couple of hours later, freshly scrubbed from a bath and dressed in a short-sleeved white day gown, adorned with a bright red waist sash, she stared through the windows at the sleeting rain. Had Mr. Carrington returned to Kellits Hall? Or had he ridden off elsewhere?
She wondered what her father knew of the mysterious man. Surely there must be a delicate way to pry the information from him without being too obvious in her admiration. She made her way from the drawing room toward her papa's study.
Daphne knocked and waited. Alarm slithered through her as a pained groan came through the thick oak door. She wrenched it open. "Papa!"
He was bent over his desk, pain furrowing his bushy brows. She rushed to his side, helping him into his seat. "Dear Heavens, what is wrong, Papa?"
The hand he had clutched to his chest eased slightly, and the lines of strain bracketing his mouth eventually smoothed. "I am well, my dear, very well indeed. This is a mild distemper of my stomach, no doubt from indulging in too rich a luncheon."
"Please do not lie to me." Daphne was young, but she was not daft. "You were clutching your chest."
He brushed a hand across her cheek tenderly. "Come now, there is nothing to worry about. Sit with me. I feel we haven't had one of our long talks for a while. Then perhaps you may read to me."
She did not point out it was only yesterday they had strolled along the lawns of the estate and recalled their wonderful time with Mamma. And she had read to him then, The Mysterious Warning by Eliza Parsons, a gothic story he had read to Daphne and Mamma as they had curled on the sofa by the fire in the drawing room. Instead, she walked over to the sofa closest to him, pushed her slippers from her feet, and curled her stocking-clad legs on the sofa. Shockingly, her papa did not berate her for her unladylike pose.
"How was your day, my dear?"
"Are you familiar with a Mr. Carrington who is to let Kellits Hall?" A flush ran over her entire body at her blurt, and she glanced away from the shrewd speculation that leaped into her father's eyes.
"How are you acquainted with him, young lady?"
Deplorably, her heart skipped. "I met Mr. Carrington on my return walk. He was very good-natured and courteous," she hedged. And handsome and so terribly appealing.
"You like this Carrington?"
Oh dear. "Papa!"(Continues…)
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Another great romance story by Stacy Reid. I've read the entire series and enjoyed all. Keep writing these beautiful stories.
3.5+ Stars I love Stacy Reid’s take on historical romance. It has all the trappings of the time (although I couldn’t say anything about accuracy as I’m just not that into history) but she makes everything flowy and fun, instead of the sometimes stilted and over flowery language often used in this sub-genre. The Earl in My Bed is the story of Daphne, a young girl who falls in love with a handsome gentleman and is soon married to him. She finds this surprising, as she later finds out he is an Earl but is too happy about it to really give it much thought. Unfortunately, the circumstances of their union are far from joyful, which leads to a marriage of appearance and only the cold regard of her husband. Fast forward six years of aloofness and being ignored by the man she has admired for so long, and Daphne is clearly fed up. She decides the only way of capturing a modicum of happiness is by getting divorced from her Earl and is set to achieve this by any means necessary, even if that means being the center of a scandal that’d force her honorable husband’s hand. Sylvester has never forgiven his wife’s family for forcing their union, and has lumped her with her dishonorable relatives. But after the latest attempt on his life, which left him at the doors of death he realizes not only is it time to create an heir for his bloodline, he’s found himself strangely yearning for his wife. He gets the shock of a lifetime when not only his wife is not agreeable to finally consummating their marriage in search of an heir, but she actually wishes him to divorce her. Seeing her for the first time for herself and not clouded by his feelings about the reasons behind their union, he sets on wooing and winning her back. If only to have an agreeable marriage. Soon though, his charming wife enchants him, and he finds himself having all kind of feelings, proper and otherwise. I loved how independent Daphne was, and how she made the best of her circumstances. I enjoyed watching her melt her Earl’s icy veneer, and literally charm the pants off him. She was sassy, fun, courageous and I especially liked how she didn’t care how anyone saw or thought of her. Sylvester was totally entitled to his feelings, but I really loved to watch him discover his wife, and how it made him question some assumptions about himself. He was sexy, and gruff and could be totally swoony when he set his mind on it. He was honorable yet ruthless but his ideals and his active fight for them was commendable. I really enjoyed The Earl in My Bed, it was fun and sweet, sexy and hot. It had some intrigue, lots of inappropriately steamy kisses (in all kinds of places) and even some action. I would have really loved an heir and a couple of spares in the epilogue, but I’m hoping to see more of this couple in the next installment of this new series. *I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book*
The Earl in My Bed by Stacy Reid Rebellious Desires #2 For six years Daphne and Sylvester have been married to one another but have never really been a true husband and wife with all that entails. Their marriage is a sham with no intimacy, not much conversation and little interaction at all…the marriage could easily be annulled if either party should want to. Daphne acquired the status and position her father desired for her, she married a man she admired until she actually found out what being married to him would entail. Her father’s blackmail of Sylvester to get him to the altar definitely backfired putting the kibosh on the husband wanting anything to do with his wife…until…his wife was willing to do almost anything necessary to be free of her marriage. This is, to me, a highly unbelievable story. True, Daphne was naïve when she married and Sylvester was unbending and chilly to the extreme but still, I can’t see how six years would impact the two of them as it did or that Daphne had grown up or matured much in the six years if she really believed scandal and divorce would be preferable to her husband’s offer to make the marriage more than the empty situation it had previously been. Women in that time did not have rights so Daphne’s defiance and desires seemed a bit unreal…more than a bit, actually. I kept thinking, “Really?” That said, the writing was well done, the story provided some history of the slave trade and abolition movement, there were some secrets unearthed about family and others that were…perhaps…surprising and Daphne and Sylvester did eventually manage to come to terms with one another and have a shot at a happy ending. I read the first book in the series and am glad I read this one and look forward to reading the third book to see what will happen next. It is not essential to read book one before book two. I was surprised that the couple in this story is not one of the characters I enjoyed reading about in book one. Thank you to NetGalley and Entangled Publishing for the ARC – This is my honest review. 3-4 Stars
This was a well-written, entertaining book. Daphne Wentworth, Countess Carrington has been married to Sylvester Wentworth, Earl of Carrington. Tired of a loveless marriage, she intends to create a scandal so he will divorce her. The Earl returns from a trip, planning to make his marriage a real one. Now they have to figure out how to come to agreement. I enjoyed this book and would read other books by this author. I would recommend this book to others. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
This is actually my first adventure into the land of historical romance and as good fortune would have it, I picked a winner. I loved this book, it had everything one could hope for in a story, romance, suspense, betrayal, mystery and a dark and brooding man. I forgot to add that when the old boy finally comes around, he's smoking hot. Daphne met Carrington when she was a young girl, she'd jumped into the water to save her puppy and was struggling to hold on when Carrington rode up on horseback and after a few awkward tries manages to pull them both to less muddy ground. He takes her home, closer than the ride to her house in the pouring rain. They speak for a bit and since it's not appropriate for a young woman to be alone with a single man, the rain has let up he rides her home. We find Daphne a feisty young woman then at 17, almost ready for her coming out party and her father hopes to marry her off to someone of a high stature who will care for her. Until he catches the hint that she's a tad interested in Carrington, which send his wheels in motion. He blackmails Carrington into marrying her, which she knows nothing about. Next thing she knows she's to be married to him and he's absolutely horrid. The first 6 years of their marriage she spends in basic isolation, he's barely around, uncivil, doesn't converse and when social obligations require never dances with his lovely wife and he hasn't bedded her yet. She's convinced he's got a mistress, but all the better for her; she's decided society be damned she wants divorce. Women weren't allowed to file for divorce so she had to convince him to do it. She hatches a plan, at the same time he comes home from a trip to Jamaica where he has near death experience and realizes he doesn't have an heir. So he needs to get on board with Daphne and try to work something out. Meaning he demands an heir. At the same time she tells him she wants a divorce and he refuses. Carrington is determined to win her over in his own manipulative way, still angry and distrustful until he starts spending time with her, getting to know her and seeing what he's missed out on the last six years. Obviously he doesn't understand the harm and pain he's caused her and even after this, because he doesn't trust her and can't tell her he loves her she wants to be gone. There's so much that goes on in this book, I've only mentioned the two of them, but there's a much deeper story there between them and the side characters along with a brief but ongoing side story. Fantastic book! I'm so glad I read this. Historical readers will love this one. It's got it all. 4.5 stars **advanced reader copy from Net Galley and Entangled for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own**
I enjoyed this engaging historical romance. Sylvester and Daphne's story is complicated and full of drama, secrets, a bit of danger, and a lot of emotional turmoil. Their history together begins in such a fairytale fashion (He rescues her and her dog from drowning), that you would expect smooth sailing ahead. However, this is not the case as blackmail, anger, and misunderstandings send this couple down a much less rosy path. Just when Daphne has given up hope on their relationship and decides to take drastic action, Sylvester decides that he wants their relationship to last and become something more. Can these two ever get on the same page? Can they let go of the pain of the past? Can they get the fairytale HEA that their initial meeting foreshadowed? Read this entertaining book to find out.
AWESOME READ! The Earl In My Bed by Stacy Reid is book 2 in the Rebellious Desires series and what a book it is! I found this story to be original and intense. Stacy has an amazing way of writing, that you feel what the characters must be feeling. The Earl In My Bed held me captive from the first page to the last and the well drawn characters easily come to life and captures the era in which the story is set. I cannot wait for more of this series, although this book can be read as a standalone. Her descriptions are so vivid and clear you can picture it all in your mind. Can you tell I loved this book? This journey starts with blackmail and continues with a rescue, deceit, misunderstandings, death, kindness, loneliness, hurt, attempted suicide, anger, revenge, slavery, orphans, desertion, a need for an heir, scandal, kidnapping, pride, forgiveness, boldness, adventurous, subduction, betrayal, but can it end with love? You will just have to read this book to find out and I highly recommend it. Travel back in time to 1815 England with Miss Daphne Elizabeth Collins and Sylvester Augustus Wentworth, Earl of Carrington on a journey like no other. ***This book was gifted to me and I am voluntarily reviewing.
Daphne and Sylvester have been married for six years and yet they barely talk, rarely see each other and have never touched. The circumstances of their marriage are not the type to bring about warmth and affection. When Sylvester almost dies he decides it is time to fulfill his familial obligation and sire an heir. Unfortunately for him, Daphne has other plans that have nothing whatsoever to do with sharing her husband’s bed. I understood Sylvester’s reasoning for remaining aloof and icy towards his countess but it tended to make me want to smack him upside the head sometimes. When Daphne comes up with her scheme, I felt a bit confused. She had the perfect partner to assist her in her endeavor right in front of her. That string in the storyline just didn’t add up to me. However, I did enjoy watching Daphne come alive and Sylvester’s reactions to her. My heart hurt for the pain and loneliness she had carried for so many years. The groveling on the hero’s part was pretty decent although I would’ve loved to have had even more of it vocalized instead of shared through his inner musings. Altogether a pleasant read. I suspect you will actually love it if you like this trope and don’t mind the hero being a bit of an a-hole. I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book provided by NetGalley and Entangled Publishing. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
I Loved Daphne and Sylvester's story!! Daphne's father blackmails Sylvester into marrying Daphne and he believes that she was a part of it. He leaves right after the wedding and they have an estranged marriage for the next 6 years. Daphne had become smitten from the moment she met Sylvester and is so excited for the wedding. She doesn't understand why Sylvester is acting so cold towards her until the next day when her father tells her what he has done. She spends the next 6 years living a lonely life. Just when she is determined to get a divorce, Sylvester finally wants to heir and comes tumbling back into her life. Can these two find a way to move forward when they want two completely different things out of their life? I loved watching these two come back together and work out their differences. I didn't want to put the book down!! Another masterful work by Reid! I'm really excited to see what she comes up with next!!
It's a great read, I loved the story. It's full of passion and angst, an amazing combination. Lord and Lady Carrington don't have an ordinary marriage. Things are very complicated where these two are concerned. Although, they both desire each other and may even love, but still they are unable to find bliss in matrimony. However, things will need to change because after six unhappy years they are both tired of it all... Unfortunately, by 'change' they have different things in mind. One wants to be free and the other wants a second chance. Who will win is the question that needs answering... Very well-written, I thoroughly enjoyed this book and would recommend anyone who loves a good historical romance. I hope this book doesn't disappoint you either.
My romantic heart just pounds as I turn the last page of this wonderful story. Every time I read a new book by Stacy Reid I am reminded of why I love her writing. She engages me from the first page and keeps me awake late into the night anxious to see what happens, but at the same time wanting the story to go on forever. Her well drawn characters of Sylvester Wentworth, Earl of Carrington and his soon to be Countess Daphne, are all that you can image. Meeting under fateful circumstances and getting married soon thereafter because of nefarious dealings by her father, it seemed the match was doomed. You see, her father had blackmailed Sylvester into marrying Daphne, yet she really had no idea of everything that transpired. She was almost in love with Sylvester at their first encounter. By his description (did I mention Stacy has a gift for the well drawn character?) what maiden would not be? She was only 17 and still and a romantic at heart it seemed. But their marriage was anything but happy until he returned from almost getting killed and determined he really needed an heir. Not wanting to give much away, the tightly held emotions of both characters kept me on edge with Daphne only wanting her husband to care for her her but she had almost had enough of his indifference. I love this trope of the wounded hero in spirit really due to a lot of misunderstandings but with a possible second chance at happiness. Can the two come together and live as a real husband and wife? Do not miss this intriguing story that will only have you holding your breath before the next installment of the Rebellious Desires series comes out. I hope Stacy has already written the third story and will publish soon! I cannot wait. Lori Dykes
An emotional read about a relationship saturated with strife, The Earl in My Bed is a well developed historical romance. That being said, it is also exhausting. The couple is at odd almost the entire novel and their reasonings for keeping each other at arm’s length is shallow and tedious at best. It is an emotional read that can be draining on the reader. As a reader, it is frustrating to see the heroine treated so poorly, the hero only becoming interested in her for her uterus. It is also illogical for the heroine to think she can be free with a divorce. It’s easy to see she is miserable but divorces were close to impossible at this time and would have put her as a social pariah. Despite the author’s skill with writing, the story she wrote was not one I enjoyed. Some readers may enjoy second chance romances, but this story as a whole was draining.