With a longing for adventure, the last thing Phillipa Peppiwell wants is to marry. After a past betrayal, she is wary when she unwittingly catches the attention of roguishly handsome—and sinfully tempting—Lord Anthony Thornton. Forbidden desires she secretly yearns for threaten to crumble her icy facade and reveal a scandal best kept buried.
Dissatisfied with his empty life, Lord Anthony seeks a deep and lasting connection...and finds himself intrigued by the Ice Maiden of the haute monde. Undaunted by Phillipa's aloof nature and her distaste for the idea of matrimony, he sets out to thaw the bewitching beauty by proving to her that adventure doesn't have to end at the altar. But he, too, hides a scandalous secret...one that could tear them apart if discovered.
Each book in the Scandalous House of Calydon series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 The Duke’s Shotgun Wedding
Book #2 The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell
Book #3 Sins of a Duke
Book #4 The Royal Conquest
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I am an avid reader of novels with a deep passion for writing. I especially love romance and adore writing about people falling in love. I live a lot in the worlds I create and I actively speak to my characters (out loud). I have a warrior way "never give up on my dream." When I am not writing, I spend a copious amount of time drooling over Rick Grimes from Walking Dead, watching Japanese Anime and play video games with my hubby. My strength is my love - Dusean Nelson, and I have a horrible weakness for ice cream.
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The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell
A Scandalous House of Calydon Novel
By Stacy Reid, Nina Bruhns
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Stacy Reid
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London October 1882
The Honorable Lord Anthony Thornton had never before seen such vivid golden-red hair. It shone iridescently under the candlelight of the crystal chandeliers in the glittering ballroom, the glorious hue of sunset. It belonged to a stunning jewel standing aloof amongst the dandies who were fluttering about vying for her attention, a cold, serene beauty. The lady was magnificent, with elegant carriage, fine cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes, and the most exotic full lips Anthony had ever seen.
His gaze traced the graceful length of her throat down to the gentle swell of her breasts, encircled her tiny waist, curved out toward hips that flared enticingly. As he moved to approach her, he realized why she stood out from all the other women. It was not her startling beauty. There were, indeed, more dazzling women laughing and twirling, soaking up the decadence of the ballroom, titillated by the vociferous nature of society that could chew them up like the sleeping monster it was.
No. It was her eyes. They stared blankly, devoid of enjoyment. Her lips curved in a smile of pure frost as she accepted a glass of punch from one of her many admirers. They seemed anxious to please her, though she remained uncaring.
Waylaid by his host, Anthony paused without taking his gaze from her.
"It seems the ice maiden has made another conquest," Jason Fullerton, the Earl of Calvert, murmured.
Anthony finally shifted his focus from her and met the eyes of his friend. Humor kicked up the corners of Calvert's lips, twitching his moustache.
"Ice maiden?" Anthony queried.
"Colder than the Arctic itself, enough to freeze a man's vitals with thought alone. The fops are wasting their time. She has not deigned to show favor to anyone, and I, for one, am puzzled, since she has nothing to tempt a man with, save her fortune."
Anthony thought Jason wrong as he watched her tuck away a tendril that teased her forehead. The raising of her arm stretched her gown across her breasts. Her cool feminine sensuality lured him. He did not think it deliberate, the way she arched her neck as she captured another loose wisp and tucked it behind her ear.
Her hair was pinned in some sort of knot, with tendrils cascading in loose spirals down to kiss her shoulders. The cut of her ball gown was mouthwateringly exquisite. The deep blue silken dress clung alluringly to her frame, hugging her curves. It bared the creamy expanse of her shoulders and drew his eyes to her barely there décolletage. His gaze lingered over the gentle swell of her breasts. She was not full-figured by any means, her silhouette more subtle and elegant. He decided the most glorious thing about the ice beauty was her hair, and he tried not to focus too much on the lush ripeness of her lips. She really had the most inviting mouth.
"Introduce us," Anthony quietly demanded.
"Are you foxed?" Calvert retorted. "I was sure you were here for Lady Galveston. The on dit is that you are searching for a new mistress."
Anthony ignored the laughter that taunted him from Calvert's pale blue eyes. But on that point, the earl was correct. Anthony had attended the ball because he sought a distraction with whom he could sate himself. He wished to leave the cares of the world behind for the night — but he did not seek it from a new mistress.
"Look at the delightful curves of Lady Galveston," Calvert urged. "She, my friend, is where your efforts would be more productively directed."
He dismissed the earl's sly whisper and stalked toward the ice beauty. He ignored those who tried to capture his attention, moving through the crowded ballroom without pause. As he drew closer he noted her eyes were golden brown, amber liquid with cold flashes of gold, the color of chilled Irish whiskey. They lingered on him for a moment and then flicked away dismissively.
He was intrigued.
He knew the effect his face normally had on debutantes and women of society. The married ones issued fawning salacious propositions, while the virginal misses behaved like complete swooning nitwits. He hated it, and did everything in his power to make his appearance more severe. He'd actually been well pleased with the scar over his left eyebrow he had recently been dealt from boxing.
"I am telling you, she will unman you with a mere glance," Calvert drawled, strolling along beside him.
Anthony did not acknowledge the earl's crude chuckle as they stopped in front of her. She glanced at them, her mien unreadable. She had freckles. They dashed over her nose and sprinkled her cheeks.
"Miss Peppiwell, may I present, Lord Anthony Thornton."
She dipped into a shallow curtsy. "My lord." Her murmur was flat, uninterested.
After making his swift introductions, Calvert departed with a smirk on his lips.
With a single imperious glance from Anthony, the dandies fluttering around her faded into the glittering crowd. From the cool arch of her brows, he surmised she noticed.
"May I have the next dance on your card, Miss Peppiwell?"
"I do not dance." She pronounced her vowels with a lilt, and her voice was husky with a musical twang. American. From Boston, if he was not mistaken.
He was undaunted by her aloofness. Instead, interest stirred within. It had been weeks since he'd felt desire for any woman. "If not a dance, will you honor me with a twirl in the garden?"
"It seems I have caught the attention of the bored and dissolute Lord Anthony." Her sonorous voice washed over him. She did not sound pleased.
"Dissolute? You wound me."
"So you admit to being bored and seeking out the ice princess?" She stared at him chillingly.
He tipped his head as he slowly regarded her. The buzz of the room faded, and he met her gaze without expression. He concluded she could beat him at poker, though he was revered for his game play. "I sought out a lady for a dance, that is all."
"I am not a lady. I do not hold the lofty title you desire. Will you still want a dance if I am only a miss?" Her lips pursed as she stared at him with something akin to acerbity.
"Ah, I see the dilemma now. You are judging me unjustly." He was gratified to see her spine snap taut. He had begun to think her a sculpture.
"I have done nothing of the sort."
"It was you, Miss Peppiwell, who deemed a woman can only be a lady by virtue of a title, and that I would have a similar opinion."
She flushed, and he gritted his teeth in chagrin as arousal teased at him, hardening his length. He was at a bloody ball, hardly the place to be stirred even slightly.
"I concede, sir, I have been rude. Please accept my apologies." She gracefully bowed her head, then smiled at him.
Though she sounded sincere her smile did not quite reach her eyes. They remained distant. The flush in her cheeks had already receded, giving her that cold look once more. He did not like it. He should not have cared, having only just met the chit, but he preferred her with the heat that colored her skin and quickened the pulse at her throat. He found it curious that she was aware of the gossip about her. Most young ladies remained oblivious until the cruel jaws of society devoured them.
He made another stab at eliciting a reaction from her. "My lord," he stated.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You referred to me as 'sir.' The proper mode of address is 'my lord,' or 'Lord Anthony.'"
Anger flared in her eyes. They shot sparks, which dampened immediately as if they had been doused with the chilliest of waters. He was riveted. She opened her mouth as if to form a scathing reply, but froze. He had not thought her capable of an even deeper stillness. And yet, a look of panic chased across her features before she slammed the shutters down completely. He turned with an air of casual indifference, curious to know who had the ability to induce panic in this paragon of indifference.
"Lord Anthony." The grating voice of Lord Orwell trumpeted, and Anthony dipped his head in acknowledgement. He smoothed his features into polite blankness, noting the salacious leer Orwell directed at Miss Peppiwell.
"My dear, I trust you saved a dance for me," Orwell said. His smile was so toadying that it sickened Anthony. As a waltz started, Orwell held out his arm, clearly expecting her obedience.
"I fear, Lord Orwell, I promised Lord Anthony the last dance on my card." She subtly shifted closer to Anthony.
A smile curved his lips at the slight inflection of disdain in her pronunciation of their titles.
"I insist I have this dance, Phillipa," Orwell snapped.
Anthony found it curious that the lady did not correct Orwell's intimate use of her name. However, she drew herself more upright and seemed to generate a deeper chill around her. Anthony's chuckle drew the other man's gaze.
He looked arrogantly down his nose at Orwell's shorter, stockier frame. "As you see, I have the honor of escorting Miss Peppiwell."
"Are you still here?" Orwell said, genuinely surprised.
Anthony went stiff with anger, and Orwell flushed, belatedly registering his error. "Thornton ... I had not realized." He fidgeted with his cravat as if feeling a noose tightening around his neck.
Anthony's intrigue deepened. Orwell had been so obsessed with the sensual Miss Peppiwell, it seemed that he had no issue being rude and dismissive, forgetting Anthony was the financial genius behind the Calydon Holdings. His brother might be the Duke of Calydon, but Anthony's financial power was so vast he could crush a man with a mere lift of his brow.
The cords of a waltz struck up. Anthony inclined his head in scant acknowledgment as he led Miss Peppiwell onto the dance floor, sweeping her into the rousing steps. A tingle of unease stirred through him at the avaricious way Orwell stared after them. Something glittered in his gaze — malice tinged with greed and obvious lust.
Anthony glanced down at her as she stared stonily at his shoulder. "Orwell is not a man any young lady should be involved with."
"I did not ask, nor do I require, your remonstrance." There was a slight pause and then a gusty expulsion that surprised him. "However, I thank you for going along with my ruse."
"A small thing to have you in my arms."
"It is futile to try your wiles on me, Lord Anthony. I am immune to such devices." The watchful frostiness had returned.
"I have no desire to try wiles or anything else on you," he said in a deliberately disinterested tone.
"So your reputation as one of the most licentious rakes in society is false, I presume?"
"Undeserved, I assure you." He twirled, spinning her with graceful ease around the dance floor. "I do not prey on the innocent."
He felt the slight stiffening of her body and he followed the lashes that swooped down obscuring her eyes. He was not sure, but he thought he had seen a flare of anger. Interesting.
"And yet, here you are." The affront in her tone was unmistakable. "Have you presumed to refer to me as impure?"
"As I am not preying on you, the matter of your innocence is moot."
The longest of lashes flickered, and she peered up at him. He wished there was some nuance of expression to give an inkling of her thoughts. His gaze slashed to Orwell, who waited, foot tapping impatiently at the edge of the dance floor. She glanced to Orwell as Anthony spun her past in a swirl and he assessed the flash of distaste in her expression.
"I fear you will not be able to refuse him without causing some gossip. He appears most insistent."
She directed her scorn toward Anthony. He was not sure which he preferred, the coldness or the disdain.
"I desire to avoid a lecher from pawing at me, yet to do so, your polite society would deem I am behaving inappropriately."
"Society is fickle, indeed. However, if you wish for his attentions to be directed elsewhere, I will see to it."
He was pleased to note that she could not disguise her surprise. Her eyes widened, and their dark gold glittered. "And why would you render such assistance to someone you do not know? Or about a situation you do not comprehend?" she asked, sounding genuinely curious.
He shrugged, then spun her into several dizzying spins before replying, "I have been accused of being gentlemanly several times. It might be that my duty was drilled into me from birth to respond to a damsel in distress."
Her chin tilted haughtily, and he found himself counting the freckles on her nose. She had eleven.
"I am not in distress, and I am certainly not a damsel."
He smiled, titillated by her hauteur. "Nevertheless, my offer stands."
"How kind of you," she said acidly. "And how would you achieve such a feat? A duel, perhaps, like our forefathers? Pistols at dawn?"
"The mere sign of my displeasure would be sufficient," he stated ignoring her sarcasm.
"It must be convenient to have your impeccable bloodlines and be as rich as Croesus. It must make you feel like a king among people whom you deem lower than yourself."
"You have not been acquainted with me long enough to classify me as either boorish or arrogant as you suggest, Miss Peppiwell."
Full, pouty lips thinned, and she lowered her gaze. "You are correct, my lord. Forgive me." She appeared genuinely chastened.
He studied her assessingly. Up close, he couldn't call her beautiful in the classical sense. Yet, he felt a definite niggle of need tightening inside him. He had not been involved with his mistress for several weeks now, having committed himself to the pursuit of a proper wife. He had a lady in mind, but she resided in the country and it wasn't exactly working out as he'd hoped. Restless and edgy, he had decided to attend Lady Calvert's midnight ball, wanting a distraction.
By all rights, he should be concentrating on the stunning widow Lady Galveston, who had been throwing him sultry looks since his arrival, but he had to admit the slender redhead with her cold, golden eyes interested him far more. Well, she had at least made his cock stir for the first time in ages.
"Orwell is trying to find you in the crowd. I am taller than most, so he will find us shortly," he observed.
Her lips parted as he whirled her several paces away, out of Orwell's view. "The oaf is distressingly persistent," she agreed.
Anthony watched Orwell slicing through the crowd, almost frantic in his attempt to keep Miss Peppiwell in his sight.
"Shall I rescue you?" Anthony questioned, twirling her with powerful movements.
"A crushing of his ego or wealth is not necessary. If you could deposit me in the library, I will be fine."
Anthony wasted no time deftly whisking her through the throng and down the corridor to the library on the first floor. He hesitated briefly, then ushered her inside.
She withdrew and turned a pointed gaze on him that again had gone arctic. "I thank you, Lord Anthony, and I bid you good night."
He scanned the room, spying a game of chess resting on a massive oak desk. "Do you play?" He indicated the chessboard as he sauntered toward the drinks table to pour sherry into two glasses.
"I had planned on reading, my lord. I am familiar with Lady Prescott's library and there is a particular book of Henry James I am eager to read."
He smiled, as at last some sort of animation entered her features. "Ah."
"I suppose you are repulsed by females who engage in intellectual discourse, as Lord Hoyt so thoughtfully enlightened me earlier?" The curve of her lips was sardonic.
"Of course not. A woman who reads has much to recommend her." He frowned, observing the deep wariness that darkened her gaze.
With a single glance, she dismissed him.
He'd never had a female show such immunity to his physique. He fleetingly wondered if her attractions lay with the same sex. It was not vanity, more an awareness of his own sensuality. "Are you deliberately trying to be elusive?"
"Me?" She blinked at him rapidly, the only sign of her surprise. "On the contrary, I am not interested in your charms. I am actually trying to be rid of you."
His laughter seemed to bemuse her. "Are all Boston ladies as candid as you are?" he asked, appreciating the forthrightness of speech that had not been wrapped in innuendo or sweet evasiveness.
"Shouldn't I be? I suppose I must acclimate myself to the idea that honesty is frowned upon," she retorted, her steady gaze challenging him.
He liked it. And was gratified that his guess as to her hometown had proved correct.
"In that case, Miss Peppiwell ..." He downed his drink in a single swallow, sauntered forward and lifted her hand, brushing his lips fleetingly over it. He wished the glove did not separate her skin from his.
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Miss Philippa Peppiwell is fleeing a scandal. An American heiress from Boston living in Victorian England, her family’s money is “new money” and, thus, snubbed and belittled by London high society. But her family has high hopes for their daughters to make titled matches and thus advance their station. But Philippa does not ever wish to marry and distrusts the intentions of all men after her one great disappointment. Her cold reserve and austere beauty—despite her red hair—have earned her the moniker of “ice maiden,” but she is merely protecting her vulnerability behind a wall. This works with most of the eligible suitors but does not, however, deter the determined Anthony Thornton, brother to the reluctant Duke of Calydon. At first, Philippa is merely another woman he must have and they embark on a passionate affair, but Anthony soon changes his mind. She is “irresistible” and, when she refuses his hand in marriage, he single-mindedly pursues her, despite the scandalous secrets they both hold dear. The sex is graphic but tastefully done as it portrays their deep attraction, both physically and emotionally. Though the burning sexual tension that Reid creates really simmers throughout this short romance, the ending seems a little abrupt with its uneasy and unrealistic resolution. It goes along at a nice and lovely pace for most of the story, but then seems to rush through the ending, somewhat disrupting the easy flow of the book. Nevertheless, this does not detract from the book and I very much enjoyed the writing, the storyline, and the depiction of Victorian London society and fashion in the 1880s. The romance is both erotic and sweet and Philippa and Anthony are likeable characters. Anthony is a sensual man with very strong sexual passions that have turned off many women and mistresses in his past. This confused me because many men took mistresses at this time to indulge in the rougher bed play they felt uncomfortable with their wives, so why did it shock his mistresses, who are usually considered bolder women by society’s standards? There is no bondage and only some minor spanking in this book, but nothing overtly unorthodox in my opinion. But Philippa is an adventurous woman who wants to explore life (and sex) and she finds such a match with Anthony. He protects her and cares for her when she is in danger, he is thoughtful and loving to his brother, his younger sister, mother and, eventually, his father. He is everything a gentleman should be, including honorable and protective. He just happens to enjoy adventurous sex (and so does she). Wink. There is a nasty villain in Lord Orwell with a rather loose thread by the end of the book. The writing is strong and suspenseful—especially a very frightening scene involving Lord Orwell and Philippa. This is the second book in a series called The House of Calydon, but the events of book one take place after book two, so this reads as a standalone. A wonderfully readable and sexy romance. Fans of Sabrina Darby and Monica Burns and those who like their romance on the spicier side may enjoy Stacy Reid. Note: this review first appeared on Romantic Historical Reviews.
I am a new reader of Ms. Reid and now a new adoring fan reader of Ms. Reid! I absolutely adored The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell! From the first chapter, I was instantly intrigued by the secrets and needed to read more. Ms. Reid does a magnificent job in describing the perfect amount of detail without being overdone. Phillipa aka the “Ice Maiden” is such a complex but relatable character with emotions and thoughts that were not as acceptable in her day. Her “unfortunate incident” makes her even more racy and scandalous to a proper London scene. Lord Anthony has his own secrets to hide; some of his family doing and some of his own. Together their heat and passion had me turned on and turning pages at a fast and furious pace. I can only hope Ms. Reid will delve into Constance’s story and make it just as hot and juicy as Miss Peppiwell’s secrets and desires…
What do you get with when a sexy lord uses silky ties to bound an American heiress wrists together & gives her the greatest pleasures she has ever know? This PANTIE MELTING romance read by STACY REID! Lord Anthony was born as the 2nd son of the Duke of Calydon, but after his Father's death, he is devastated by the news of illegitimate births of himself & younger sister & their disinheritances. His older brother, Sebastian, is the new duke & loves them the same no matter who their father is, but lays all blame at his faithfulness mother's feet. Anthony also has another secret that has lived inside him for years, his dark desire for submission. He has lost many mistresses to his spanking, bondage & other dark desires he craves with all his soul. Anthony is ready to settle down & maybe he can find a friend who is willing to submit to him & his desires. Miss Phillipa Peppiwell is the reigning Ice Maiden of the ton & no one can get pass her icy shield without getting frostbite. Phillipa is in London with her dad, mom & her sisters, Payton & Phoebe, because of her "Unfortunate Incident" in Boston. She feels the "Unfortunate Incident" was her greatest adventure & the first of many. She gave her virginity to be best friend, Brandon, & was slapped by her father, compared to a harlot & banished them all to England to save her family's name. Now she is the Ice Maiden, so no one will ever hurt her again as the slimy Lord Orwell did when he learned she was unclean for marriage, but just right to be his mistress. Anthony is mesmerized with the golden red halo of hair on the head of the woman with the most luscious lips & his body commands him across the ballroom to meet her. Phillipa knows this green eyed gentleman will be all the other fops in London, but his voice sends the most titillating shivers down her spine & down to her pleasure center. Anthony is delighted to hear her American accent & is instantaneous all in for this adventure. Just 1 kiss is all that is needed to ignite temptations between them. Lord Orwell is a toad of a man, watching Phillipa 24/7 & Anthony is going to protect her from him if he must. When out in the garden at a ball, Anthony's dreams come true when Phillipa allows him to tie her hands up & give her pleasure with his commanding caresses & compelling lips. She will not marry him, but will be his lover. Anthony wants more than a lover, he wants his soul mate. With a kidnapping, a hero's saving the damsel in distress, a night of unleashed passions, Phillipa's willing sexual surrender, many marriage offers by different suitors, rumors galore, a pissed off Duke, 2 heartbroken sisters & a wide approving smile for an unexpected dad to begin Phillipa & Anthony into one another's arms. Can Phillipa submit Anthony & his many dark desires? Will Anthony's birth push her away or make her love him more? When will Anthony realize that she will completes him? Will Phillipa discover that her submission is the perfect gift she can give him? Can I cut the slimy Lord Orwell with a rusty knife & watch the gangrene set in PRETTY PLEASE? This is my 1st Stacy Reid romance read & I was in love before the end of the 1st chapter. Anthony was a great hero with a desire of BDSM that was probably common place in 1882 London, just not talked about. Anthony had a great support system with his older brother & little sister unconditional love & who their fathers were didn't make them any less than family. Scandals & rumors didn't cross their family bounds. Phillipa had a harder time with family because of her "Unfortunate Incident" & her family crumbled under scandals & rumors, but 1 member did give her a thumbs up with his gentle smile I felt down in my own heart. Ms. Reid can write erotic temptations that had my Kindle spark up & burn my panties along the way. I loved the Duke's story (The Duke's Shotgun Wedding) running in the background of this sizzling read. Did I mention the white hot glow of lust in this romance read? This was a racy, spicy & utterly decadent guilty pleasure I will enjoy again & again. Ms. Reid was a great cast of unique characters that I hope to read about in future books, like little sister Connie & her 1st Season after the rumor of her birth are out. Ms. Reid also tells an extend version (just like a DVD with a extended scenes) that describe more of their adventures until the words state THE END! I must give Ms. Reid (insert pompoms here) my top score of 5 fingers up & 10 toes for this romance tale with ties of silk, love play with bondage & a burning ecstasy filled with true acceptance! NetGalley ARC given for my honest review.
This is part of the House of Calydon series. Phillipa Pippiwell is known as the Ice Maiden, but that doesn't stop Lord Anthony Thornton from being intrigued. Phillipa has no desire to marry and is doing her best to keep her suitors away, but Anthony sees something other than the chilly reception she gives most of the ton. Having made the decision that he must marry, Anthony doesn't want to settle for some simpering you miss. But can he convince Phillipa that marriage to him would be better than life on her own? I LOVED this story!!! I liked that Phillipa didn't want to be like all the other ladies out in society and that Anthony was the one that wanted to settle down and not her. The chemistry between Phillipa and Anthony is VERY hot!!! Between that and the excitement of the "bad guy", you have the perfect story. I can't wait to read more by this author. Thanks got to Entangled Publishing via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
My first book by this author. Intrigue, and reveling romance. Some what explicit. Nice adventure.
Not much story. A lot of sex.
A good book...worth reading..has good love scenes...what's up with no epilogue's???????
The strict rules of propriety play an important part in this story. Lord Anthony Thornton just learned that he and his sister are illegitimate. Both will be cast out by their peers if their secret is revealed. When Anthony meets Miss Phillipa Peppiwell, he is attracted by her. He has met a kindred spirit and the love of his life. She wants to break free of her restraints and have adventures, but she has a secret that she needs to protect. She is not a virgin. Will these two be able to find happiness and love with each other? Stacy Reid has given us two complex and powerful characters that are trapped by what society rules as proper conduct. The story had an intriguing and thought provoking plot as well as a passionate romance. I cared for Anthony and Phillipa. They are fierce in their determination to be their own person. The secondary characters add to the story. I definitely want to know more about how Constance deals with the changes in her life. The dialogue and setting were a perfect backdrop for this book. I couldn't stop reading. I had to know what would happen next. There was so much action. I loved The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell.
With a longing for adventure, the last thing Phillipa Peppiwell wants is to marry. After a painful betrayal by a man she trusted, she is wary when she unwittingly catches the attention of roguishly handsome - and sinfully tempting - Lord Anthony Thornton. Forbidden desires she secretly yearns for threaten to crumble her icy facade and reveal a past scandal best kept buried. Dissatisfied with his empty life, Lord Anthony seeks a deep and lasting connection... and finds himself intrigued by the Ice Maiden of the haute monde. Undaunted by Phillipa's aloof nature and her distaste for the idea of matrimony, he sets out to thaw the bewitching beauty by enticing her with adventures of the most sensual type. But he, too, hides a scandalous secret... and if it's discovered it could rip them apart. Review: I thoroughly enjoyed this story and found a new Author to read in the process! This is story about the romance of Phillipa and Anthony, who both have secrets that could destroy their and their families standings in society. I thought it was well thought out and expertly written. I was totally engrossed from beginning to the end. I have to say I was not sure what to make of Phillipa at first, but as I got to know her you can totally understand where she is coming from. I liked that she was trying to buck the system and be independent in a time where that was frowned upon. Anthony on the other hand Loved him from the get go. He is dashing, smart, a bit of a rogue and then throw in the dominant side of him and Whoa Momma! I loved their chemistry, I thought it was realistic and lovely to read and their intimate scenes had me fanning myself. I would love to see what happens to them and what adventures they go on. As far as bad guys, I think Lord Orwell is perfectly dastardly and I wanted to shoot him myself. I had no idea this was a second book until I started writing my review and saw "The Duke's Shotgun Wedding", though you read about Sebastian and Jocelyn at the end of this story, I am definitely going to pick it up because there is another couple with some serious chemistry. 4.5Stars
This book is a good read. Phillipa and Anthony story is loving someone for who they are, no matter what anyone else thinks.
A charming, sweet, and utterly enjoyable historical romance, The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell was simply lovely. I really liked this fabulous book. Phillipa was a likable heroine. She was an independently minded person who chafed against the confines of society. She wanted to travel the world to get away from those rules, but once she met Anthony, she was clever enough to realize that that wasn't the only way to find freedom. I thought she was a lovely character Anthony was wonderful. Very sweet and loyal to the people he cared about. And, once he knew he wanted something, he wasted no time in going after it. He was a perfect hero. The romance was both sweet and steamy. Phillipa and Anthony were perfectly matched, both dancing to the beat of their own tune and unwilling to let society tell them differently. And, they had some seriously hot chemistry that turned the heat level up. They were a lovely couple. The plot moved quickly and I was hooked the entire way through. The story was light, sweet, and I enjoyed every bit of it. And, the ending was just perfect. The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell was a fantastic historical romance. It was a lovely read that I thoroughly enjoyed. Romance lovers, this is a book you'll definitely want to check out. *I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Ice queen with a secrets meets meets wealthy younger son with a son and sparks fly. They are drawn together by chemistry and by avoiding a creepy associate of her fathers. Anthony has decided he is interested in finding a bride and Phillipa has caught his interest. They overcome family, secrets and staplers to find their happily ever after. I enjoyed the story and would read more from this author. I received a free copy for an honest review.
As much as I adore historical romances, there two things I despise: the low opinion society had of women who weren’t “pure”, and the low treatment of children born as bastards. That being said, I liked this book. *chuckles* It’s because of those two aspects that I like this book. Phillipa doesn’t give a damn about society, its rules, or what’s expected of her. Her icy persona hides a heart filled with desire, a mind overflowing with dreams, and a spirit that won’t bend without a fight. But it also hides a truth she fled Boston to hide: she is not a virgin. Anthony is drawn to the Ice Maiden for reason he can’t name. Born a bastard, he struggles to hide his true parentage even as he tries to discover who Phillipa Peppiwell really is. He isn’t fooled by her aloofness, not after he’s glimpsed the fiery woman underneath. The most stunning part of the story is when they face what the other has tried to hide. Their reaction and acceptance made me cheer and laugh, because it was a huge middle finger to society as a whole. The only downside was how it would affect their respective families. It made me wonder if Ms. Reid will pen their stories as well? I hope so! An enchanting tale of attraction, lust, and love that pushes the boundaries of convention and brings utter joy and completion to two incredible characters. Well done, Ms. Reid. I can’t wait to read Constance’s story, which I do hope you write! ***Received from Entangled Publishing for an honest review***
I loved the flow of the story, and how quickly I became invested in the characters. I adored Anthony. He was sweet, charming, but with that edginess of an alpha male and definitely yummy. He made the story came alive for me and kept me hooked. He wasn't your typical male that had tons of mistresses and did not want a wife.He actually wanted a family, but had a scandal in his closet that could affect his pursuit of any respectable lady. Of course he saw Phillipa Peppiwell at a ball and instant attraction...he then spoke with her and then the fun ensued. I really enjoyed his pursuit of her and Phillipa eventual surrender was sweet and hot. Phillipa herself was a pretty good character...with her own secrets. I liked her..she was willful, passionate, and charming in her own way. She did frustrate me a few times especially her refusal to marry someone as scrumptious as Anthony, but I did understand her fear and insecurities and that only made me cheer for her to have her happy ever after even more. I also got to spend more time with Sebastian. I loved him from the first book but I had wanted a little bit more of him. I felt like I got that closure. LOL. I am also highly anticipating their sister Constance's story. Heat levels very steamy :)
Stacy Reid’s The Irresistible Miss Peppiwell is set in London in 1882. Lord Anthony Thornton from the House of Calydon, has never seen anyone with vivid golden-red hair like Phillipa Peppiwell’s. He asks for an introduction from a friend, who laughs at him and tells him that is the Ice Maiden. Since her family has moved from Boston, Phillipa has erected a wall around her and appears untouchable. Needless to say Lord Anthony sees a spark under the façade. He is intrigue by her. Both of them set each other’s blood boiling. They are perfect for each other. Of course there is so much more to this like the stalker who kidnaps Phillipa; and the secrets both Phillippa and Anthony have that they believe could ruin them. This story has many surprises waiting for the reader. Enjoy! Received copy from Entangled Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
First of all let me just say that I love the cover and the book as well. Story is good and all the characters, especially Phillipa, are likable. She is strong, passionate and adventurous, which makes her a perfect female lead character in my humble opinion. I also liked the fact that the book was well paced and kept me entertained until the very end. I recommend it to all historical romance lovers. It's a must read novel. Lord Anthony is looking for a bride and Miss Peppiwell is not interested in marriage. But they are a perfect couple. The chemistry between them is undeniable and scorching hot. Anthony is Alpha at heart but he has an honourable and sensitive side too. While Phillipa is cold and closed off, very few know that she has an adventurous and rebellious side too. Both have a dislike for society's rules. They do not want to bend to society's will and want a life where they can have freedom to choose whatever way they want to live. They want to be scandalous. Although they have lived very different lives, they are very similar in many ways. That's the reason why Anthony is sure that Miss Peppiwell is a perfect bride for him. Now the trouble is that she doesn't agree and it will not be easy to convince her. Phillipa is wary of men and she doesn't want to get married to one. She thinks that marriage will bind her and make it impossible to have the freedom she so craves. She loves Anthony but all she wants is to be his friend and lover. She is definitely not looking to wed. But when she is taken by crazy/nasty Lord Orwell, things change. She saw a side of Anthony she hadn't before and it just might convince her to accept his marriage proposal after all.
Really liked this book. What I loved was the conversations between Anthony and Phillipa. I like wit and banter in books and not just a whole lot of internal monologue. So I appreciated that. I liked Anthony determination in pursuing Phillipa. I could identity with seeing a good woman, a sexy one and wanting her for yourself. I also liked the need in him to protect her, and the lengths he went to to ensured her safety. The sex between the characters was also intense and well executed. I quiet enjoyed book overall.