He's Getting Tired of Deception...She Wants a Little Intrigue
Baron Winslow Keating is honor-bound to finish one last mission as an elite spy for the Barbican group even though he just wants to go home and be with his family. But after years of secrecy and absence, his daughters hardly know him and his wife has given up on him.
Lady Elinor has had enough of domestic boredom. She contemplates an affair with a rakish spy, only to discover a world of intrigue and treachery that she never knew existed. Even more shocking, her neglectful husband is suddenly very attentive-quite the jealous type-and apparently there is much more to him than she ever knew.
Lord and Lady Spy Trilogy:
Lord and Lady Spy (Book 1)
True Spies (Book 2)
Love and Let Spy (Book 3)
Praise for Shana Galen:
"Galen strikes the perfect balance between dangerous intrigue and sexy romance."-Booklist
"A thrilling ride, filled with mystery, intrigue and romance."-Fresh Fiction on If You Give a Duke a Diamond
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Elinor paced the vestibule of her London town house, her slippered steps echoing in the strained silence. She couldn't see Bramson, but she knew the butler waited nearby. She pictured him shifting from one foot to the other and wringing his white-gloved hands. Elinor glanced at the tall case clock again and let out a disgusted sigh.
She could not believe he was doing this to her. Again. His promises proved meaningless, as usual. She began to tug off her elbow-length gloves. "Bramson," she called.
"Yes, my lady." He stepped out from the adjacent parlor, a blank look on his face. But she saw beneath the facade. She saw the sad shake of his head. The all-too-familiar pity. When had she become someone to pity? No more. Elinor couldn't bear it another day.
She smoothed her gloves back in place. "Have Spencer bring the coach around."
Bramson's brow furrowed. It was the only wrinkle in his otherwise seamless appearance. She studied her butler-his clipped white hair, his black coat and breeches, the unrelieved white of his shirt and neck cloth. Her gaze drifted to the black-and-white checked marble of the vestibule and then to the mirror on the wall opposite. She wore white gloves and a black gown with jet beading. Her skin was pale, and her dark brown hair looked almost raven in the dim lighting.
She was surrounded by the staid, the sober, and the severe, and she had had enough of it. Enough! She was not dead. Not yet. But she looked it. No wonder Winn forgot her. And to the devil with him, anyway. The curse, though muttered internally, gave her a zing of elation. To the devil with him!
"The coach, my lady?" Bramson asked. "Has his lordship arrived?"
The man knew very well that his lordship had not arrived. Every person in the household, save her, had known his lordship was not going to arrive. She was the only fool to believe him. "I shall attend the Ramsgate ball without Lord Keating, Bramson."
Bramson's dark eyebrows arched. "I see. Very good, my lady." His tone indicated he thought this turn of events anything but.
Elinor glanced in the mirror again. "And, Bramson? Send Bridget to my room. I wish to change my gown."
"Eh..." Bramson recovered himself. "Of course, my lady."
She started up the stairs, her legs feeling ten pounds lighter. She was going to attend the ball and dance the night away. Would Mr. Trollope attend? If he did, would she have the courage to waltz with the gentleman? Allow him to put his arm around her and press her tightly to him?
Elinor jumped, grasping the banister to keep her balance. It was Caroline. The girl might only be twelve in terms of age, but she was an old soul. She had the eyes of a wizened woman. "Yes, dear?" Elinor reached the landing and turned toward her bedchamber.
"Are you about to change?"
Elinor sighed. Even her daughter knew Lord Keating would forget her mother.
"Oh, good. Georgiana and I wrote the first act of a play, and we wanted to act it out for you."
Bridget stepped into the corridor, and Elinor nodded at her. "Find something with color for me to wear tonight, Bridget. I must have something blue or-no." Why not? "Something red."
"Are you not staying home?" Caroline frowned. For a moment, Elinor wanted to reverse her decision. She loved her daughters, loved playing with them, spending time with them, watching them grow into young ladies. It was not many years ago, she lamented that she spent all her time with her children. It seemed her only entertainment was the juvenile stories of princesses they composed. She'd craved conversation with her peers, and an activity that did not require her to sit on the floor or dress a doll. But the girls had needed her, and it had felt good to be needed.
Now, even that was not true. Elinor did not feel needed at all. Her daughters had governesses and music teachers to oversee their studies, they had their own friends and amusements, and more than once she had offered some advice or tried to participate and felt as though she was an unnecessary appendage. Caroline and Georgiana rolled their eyes at her when they thought she wasn't looking.
Perhaps it was time to seek her own interests and the excitement she'd always craved. She'd read so many accounts of all the bravery during the Peninsular War against Napoleon. She thought of all the daring acts of courage by soldiers and generals. She could not fight a battle, but she could do something less explicit. She could work on the fringes.
She could do something she'd only dared read about and prove she was more than a mother and Society hostess. She could act as a spy.
Excited now, Elinor started for her room. "I told you, Caro, I'm attending a ball tonight."
Caroline looked about. "What about Father?"
"I'm going without him."
Caroline blinked. "What about our play?"
"I'll see it tomorrow, darling." Elinor put a hand on her younger daughter's arm. "You girls should go to bed."
Caroline frowned, looking so much like her father, it cut right through Elinor. "But, Mother, we're not babies. 'Tis not even late."
Elinor opened her mouth to protest, then closed it and shrugged. Why not allow the girls their fun? She was tired of always being the one to enforce bedtime. Tired of each and every one of the thousands of rules children and wives were required to obey. Tonight she would forget about those rules and enjoy herself. Tonight was a new beginning. One without Winn.
"You're right, of course," Elinor conceded. "Stay up as late as you wish." She gave Caro a quick kiss on the forehead and proceeded to her room. Caroline followed.
"Mother? Mother. Are you feeling well?"
Elinor laughed. "I feel perfectly well."
Bridget held out a burgundy gown, and Elinor shook her head. "No." It was too drab. "Let me choose." She didn't miss the look that passed between Caroline and Bridget. Good. Let them look. Let all of London look. She was done living as a hermit because her husband cared more for... anything and everything than he cared for his wife and family. Plenty of married women went out without their husbands. Plenty of men would rather visit their mistresses than escort their wives to the opera or a fête. Elinor almost wished Winn had a mistress. It would have made him more interesting, more human.
Once she would have waited with bated breath for him to return home. Once she would have dressed carefully, anticipating his arrival. But years of whiling away endless hours, nodding to sleep in the vestibule, wearing her best gowns for the sole benefit of the servants, had made her bitter. Winn was never going to change. She did not want to be bitter about the truth. She wanted to escape it-do something exciting and absorbing so she would not have to remember what her real life entailed.
She stepped into her dressing room and scanned the neatly folded gowns. Gray, brown, lavender, black, more gray. Good God! When had she begun dressing like an old woman? There! Her gaze caught on a rectangle of scarlet. She reached for it and tugged it loose, upending the beige gown on top of it and not caring a whit.
"Mother, what is that?" Caroline's voice was full of shock and censure. Elinor shook the gown out. It was cut a bit lower than she would have liked but was still far from scandalous.
"This is what I am wearing to the ball," she told her daughter. She carried the gown, its gauzy sleeves and silk skirts trailing like ribbons in her wake, into her chamber. "Here we are." She presented Bridget with her back, and her maid began the task of removing the black beaded gown.
Caroline stood mutely and watched while Bridget helped Elinor don the scarlet gown carefully, so as not to muss her hair. As the maid fastened the last tape, Elinor caught the shake of Caroline's head in the mirror. "Mother, you cannot wear that."
Elinor almost laughed. "Why not?" She turned to Bridget. "Do I have any rouge?"
"Caroline!" Elinor echoed her daughter's outraged tone. "I am a mother, not a corpse. I do not want to look like one."
From somewhere in the depths of Elinor's dressing table, Bridget unearthed a pot of rouge. Elinor sat to apply it. Caroline's wide green eyes seemed to grow even wider. "Mother," she whispered. "I can see the top of your bosom."
Elinor glanced down at the swells of her breasts. "Good," she said. She studied the effect of the rouge, then tugged a few tendrils of hair loose about her face and stood. "There."
Caroline shook her head. "What will Father think?"
Elinor shrugged. "I don't care." And she meant it.
Somewhere in London, Autumn 1815
The spy called Baron swayed on the steep roof, finding his footing as a piece of the wood structure gave way. He watched it tumble to the ground, watched it turn end over end over end until, finally, it gave a quiet thwack and splintered into ten thousand pieces. He might have paused to consider the thud his head would make if it made a similar journey. But, as a rule, he avoided the most likely scenarios and tried to be optimistic. A moment later, the sound of voices drowned out his optimism.
He glanced over his shoulder as three men climbed through the rotting door to the roof. A bald man pointed at him, and another raised a pistol. Baron teetered on the ledge and slid forward. "Not very sporting of you to shoot a man in the back," he called over his shoulder.
"Then turn around!" one of the men called back.
Not bloody likely.
A pistol shot exploded behind him-a French flintlock holster pistol from the sound of it-and he cursed and ducked. Straddling the vee of the roof, he winced in pain. He was getting too old for this. He scooted forward, while behind him the men started after him, taking wobbly steps onto the steep roof. He welcomed their approach. He preferred a real fight to dodging pistol balls.
"This is the end, Baron!" called the bald man, who Baron now saw had a nasty gash on his cheek.
It wasn't the end. Baron could see the end a few feet away. The roof ended, and the steep drop yawned before him.
"Give us the key, and we'll kill you quickly," the man with three broken teeth and long, stringy hair called.
"Tempting offer," Baron answered, "but I'll take my chances." He scooted forward again and frowned at the distance between the roof and the street below. Looking back over his shoulder, Baron thought he preferred the drop.
"You're dead one way or another," the bald man told him. "Give us the key."
Baron stood, carefully, so as to keep his balance. "You want the key?" He slid toward the roof's edge. "Come and take it." And with a final step, he tumbled off.
"What the devil?" one of the thugs called.
"I didn't think he'd do it."
"Now we'll have to scrape the key out of all his blood and guts."
"Wait a moment. Did you hear him land?"
Baron clenched his jaw and dug his fingers into the gargoyle jutting from the roof's edge. The perfect companion, it grinned madly at him. "Lucky us," he muttered. "One of them isn't a complete fool." He hooked an elbow over the gargoyle's neck and tried to ignore the way his feet dangled freely in the cool night air.
"Go look," one of the men-Baron thought it was the one with broken teeth-said. Baron held his breath, listening to the step-slide-step-slide as the man scooted closer. He lowered himself under the gargoyle's head, using only his damp hands to hold on. Gritting his teeth, he tried not to move, tried to keep his sweat-slick hands locked tightly.
A shadow fell over Baron, and in one quick motion, he swung his feet, knocked the gap-toothed man on the side of the head, and sent him tumbling to the street below. The man's scream rent the air, and then with a smack, all was silent. Using the momentum from the kick, Baron pushed himself back onto the roof and climbed to his feet just in time to deflect a right jab from the man who'd shot at him with the pistol. Both men lost their balance and fell hard on the roof. Baron slid down on his back, twisting in time to catch the peak. He'd begun to lever himself up, when the thug with the pistol kicked out at him. He hit the side of Baron's head and set his ears ringing. He would have a nasty headache later, but right now he felt only fury. The man kicked again, and this time Baron caught his foot and yanked. The thug lost his grip and slid down the steep roof, clawing for purchase. He caught a pipe near the edge and sent up a thin laugh.
And then, with a creak, the pipe bent, and he slid down and down and down.
Baron rose slowly and let out a breath. The bald man was watching him. The thug took a step forward, then whirled and turned, heading back the way he'd come. Baron let out a sigh and wished he could let the man go. Instead, he started after him, making his way nimbly across the sharp roof. The rotted door slammed shut just as Baron jumped onto the level section. He raced across it, threw the door open, and charged down the stairs after the man.
The building was old, vacant, and black as a crow's feather. Baron heard the slap-slap of the man's rapid footfalls echo through the emptiness. He was gaining on him.
And then the footsteps ceased, and Baron went around the last winding staircase and out the door. At the last moment, he veered to the left and avoided the pistol ball that smacked into the door behind him. "Bloody hell!"
In the shadows stood the bald thug with a man dressed in a sweeping ebony greatcoat. A pistol glinted in his hand. The man looked down to prime it again, but Baron wasn't going to stand still and wait to be shot. With a grunt of frustration, he took off running, the two pursuers all but stepping on his heels. In the distance, the clock of St. Sepulchre tolled. Even though Newgate prison now had its own bell to mark the time of imminent executions, the sound reminded Baron of a death knell. He raced through an alley and dove through a gate as the tenth bell clanged.
"Devil take it," he swore, running toward a high wall and climbing over. One of the men grabbed his ankle, and Baron's kick landed somewhere soft. Soft... Elinor! He jumped down, paused to find his bearings, then arrowed for Mayfair. He was late, and he was damned if he hadn't promised Elinor he would escort her to Lord and Lady Ramsgate's ball. She was going to kill him, he thought as he took a sharp corner, raced across a street, narrowly avoiding a collision with a carriage, then stumbling to the other side. He chanced a look over his shoulder and swore. The thugs were still following him and showed no signs of flagging.
Baron ran, keeping his head down lest he be recognized once he neared Mayfair. He almost would have preferred for Elinor to attempt to kill him. Outright violence would have been preferable to the disappointed look she would bestow upon him in its stead. He hated to disappoint. Ironically, he never disappointed when working. But at home... his record was far from exemplary.
More streets and more alleys, and his breathing grew labored. The carriages multiplied like rabbits, street lamps grew more numerous with each passing street, and Baron knew he was in Mayfair. He ducked into a dark shop doorway and looked to the right. The Ramsgate town house was that way.
He looked left. Home was that way. Should he go home or attempt to make it to the ball? Surely Elinor had not gone to the Ramsgate ball without him. She was too reserved, too meek and nervous to attend a ball unescorted. But he couldn't lead the two thugs to his home.
He ducked back into the shadows when he heard the men approaching. They made more noise than hounds in a fox hunt. At the last possible moment, when Baron was certain they would rush past him, he stuck out an arm and knocked one of the men down. The other raced by, and by the time he'd turned back, Baron had knocked the bald man's head against the window of the shop, shattering the thick glass and rendering the thug bloody and unconscious.
Unfortunately, that left the man in black. The man with the pistol pointed at Baron's head. "Give me the key, Baron."
"You know I can't," he said, keeping his gaze on the pistol. Had the man in black had time to prime it? Was this a bluff?
"You can't run forever."
"Neither can you." Baron was going to take a chance. Standing here, an easy target, was not a position he enjoyed. Carriages streamed past them on the busy street up ahead. The man would not risk the sound of gunfire with so many close by. Baron narrowed his eyes. Would he?
"Don't make me shoot you."
"Have it your way," Baron said and darted toward the busy street. He zigzagged in the event the man in black had primed his pistol, but when Baron didn't feel the hot slap of a ball in his back, he assumed he'd guessed correctly. He looked over his shoulder, saw the man ramming a ball down the pistol's barrel, and cursed. He wouldn't escape so easily next time. The man in black looked up with a grin and ran after him. Baron turned his attention back to the street, almost colliding with a passing coach. He dove around it and continued running, glancing up in time to narrowly avoid a coach-and-four coming from the opposite direction.
Hold. He slowed. Those were his Yorkshire Trotters. That was his coach! Was Elinor inside? The irony of being all but run down by his own coach did not escape him.
Baron reached the far side of the street and had no time to consider. He turned on his heel and started for the Ramsgate town house. The man in black followed, his ebony greatcoat whipping behind him like a raven's wing. As Baron neared the ball, he ducked down an alley to avoid the lights and the throng of arriving carriages. He heaved himself over a garden wall and tumbled unceremoniously into the Ramsgates' garden. The earl and his countess had strewn Chinese lanterns throughout, lighting the beautifully manicured lawns. Baron hissed and sank back into the more comfortable shadows. He hissed again when he heard the man in black clambering over the wall. He couldn't stay where he was, and that meant he had one option open to him.
One very, very bad option. Dusting the leaves from his lapels, Baron started toward the glittering chandeliers and crescendoing music.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is the second book in Ms. Galen’s Lord and Lady Spies series, following Lord and Lady Smythe (which was, in part Mr. and Mrs. Smith, set in the Regency period). When I first started reading, I didn’t make the connection between the title and the Arnold Schwartzenegger/Jamie Lee Curtis movie True Lies, but it didn’t take long before the title and plot clicked. This book definitely pays tribute to the movie, and despite the dopey picture of Winslow (aka Baron in the spy organization), his description definitely reminded me of Arnold. But, never fear, this is not simply Arnold and Jamie set in corsets and breeches. Oh no. This was a delightful romp with tension and excitement. Elinor has been married to Winn for 14 years now. They have two daughters and she is considering taking a lover (the appropriately name Rafe Trollope) because she’s tired of feeling ignored and unwanted by her own husband who she has no clue is a wildly successful spy for the Barbican Group. She quickly gets caught up in a current mission. I was highly entertained by the appearance of Prinny in this book and how he was portrayed. Talk about a spoiled brat. I swear, he needed to be spanked and taught how to say “thank you” when people help/save him/his life. Unfortunately, he might enjoy the spanking. I’m not sure, and it’s kind of squicky to wonder about that, considering. Sometimes I gotta wonder what the real Prince Regent would think/do differently if he knew how he was going to be portrayed in literature for centuries to come. I love how the book ends and am wildly curious to know who the other female spy within the group is. I absolutely adore Ms. Galen’s books and this is no exception. She simply can’t write these books fast enough for me! I highly recommend anyone who likes historicals to check this book out. And yes, just as an aside, if you know the True Lies movie, there is a scene very similar to when Jamie Lee Curtis did her strip tease/dance for Arnold. Fabulously done without just rehashing the same ol’ scene. Five stars without a qualm! (Book provided by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review)
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 3 Winslow has been keeping secrets from his family. Secrets that he must keep. But when his wife starts pulling away, Winn has but one choice and tell her the truth. Elinor’s response is not at all what Winn had expected. This was my first book in this series. I enjoyed the story and the characters but it didn’t wow me. I so want to go back and read book one because I really enjoyed the characters that will be in the book. Also Blue, his story should be fun. Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book from Netgalley & Sourcebooks Casablanca in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
Reviewed by Robin Book provided by NetGalley for review Review originally posted at Romancing the Book This is the second installment in the Lord and Lady Spy series. I enjoyed it from the beginning. Elinor to me was me or you or the neighbor down the street or next door. She was a stay at home mom who is lonely and tired of making the appearances at all the parties by herself. For all we knew her husband could have been home in his man cave watching sports. Well okay maybe he didn’t have a man cave but he sure as heck made it convenient to be on a mission when he was needed at home. Elinor was getting lonely because Winn was gone all the time. She wanted attention. What woman doesn’t need it once in a while? Ms. Galen has a way of writing a really gripping tale that takes place in Regency England but if you stepped into a time machine it could be happening right now. Her characters are real. I could actually put myself in Elinor’s shoes at times. After being married for a long time you take each other for granted at times. You forget why you fell in love with this person in the first place or if you even did fall in love. But, then one day it hits you that you do love this person that you are married to and you remember everything just as Elinor and Winn finally did. You just need to change things up. I guess what I am saying is that Ms. Galen make so likable you get caught up in the story and stay there right in the middle of things until the very end. I could relate to not only the characters, but also I was able to visualize the people and places as the descriptions were very spot on. I enjoyed reacquainting myself with Lord and Lady Smythe from the first book Lord and Lady Spy. Just as in the first one it shows that husbands and wives can work together and it actually might prove to be fun. The sex and seduction scenes were HOT!!!! She wrote a sensuous story, without it being too erotic…just so sexy. I highly recommend you run out and pick up True Spies along with Lord and Lady Spy and settle in for the week-end with a glass of wine and some enjoyable reading. You will fall in love with the author Shana Galen just as I have.
Enjoyed this romantic, funny story. The 3rd in the spy series. Nice to have the characters from the other books in this one too. Hoping the author writes another in this series. JudyE
This was a great book! It was interesting from the beginning to the end. I would highly recommend this book. Can't wait for her next book.
Written as a combined review, posted at The Reading Cafe 21 Sep 13 5 out of 5 for this reader folks! WOW .. now this is a fun series. The Lord and Lady Spy series by Shana Galen has it all. Mystery, suspense, romance, humour and lots of action. An absolute refreshing read that offers a different spin on historical romance. If you can, try to think along the lines of Mr and Mrs Smith set in the 1800's ... LOL Well .. that is what I was picturing anyways! Brangelina anyone?? LOL BOOK 1 - Lord and Lady Spy REVIEW We are introduced right away to our leading gal, Lady Sophia Smythe who is hiding in a closet in the midst of a mission. Just when she thinks she about to capture her target, in swoops a mystery man and takes her target away. She is FURIOUS seeing all her hard work literally walking out the door. Oh .. BTW ... Sophia is spy working for an elite spy agency in England. Of course, our mystery man just so happens to be a fellow spy (and her husband, although she isn't privy to this yet), Lord Adrain Smythe. Both are ignorant to the others true occupation, each living a lie for the others benefit. Sophie plays the frumpy, charity driven proper wife and Adrian plays the boring proper gentleman who frequents his club and lives a normal life. I tell you when these two find out who the other really is ... well ... GAME ON! LOL Our Lady and Lord have been offered a chance to solve a murder of a very important man. But there is a catch! They are told that whoever solves this murder will be given the position of permanent spy which is enticing to both of them seeing as they refuse to life a boring existence. After some head butting, these two decide to pair up, understanding that they each bring something different in regards to strategy to the table. Throughout this investigation they are quite the pair. They engage in dangerous activities, often being hunted themselves as they grow closer to the truth. They are completely smitten with the other, especially when they realize that they are both eager to live this lifestyle, but realize that there can be only one winner. Will love or ambition win?? BOOK 1.5 - The Spy Wore Blue REVIEW The Spy Wore Blue is a novella based on a spy we met in the first book. Agent Blue. Blue and Helena are married, although they have been estranged for quite some time. Blue was overly dedicated to his work as a spy and had little time for a wife, and Helena performed in the opera house when she wasn't drowning her sorrows in a bottle of gin. Blue has a new assignment that takes him back to his wife. Much to the others desire (or lack there of), they need to endure each others company for the time being as an assassin is out there waiting to strike. Soon enough, these two are falling in love once again, sharing some steamy moments between the sheets, bantering back and forth and ultimately providing an emotional roller coaster for the reader. I have to say, this was a amazing novella. It is very hard for an author to develop characters, provide a love story packed with action and make it all believable in such a short amount of pages. Let me tell you, Shana Galen mastered this! ;) BOOK 3 - True Spies REVIEW LOVE LOVE LOVE this book. Once again we are swept away in another action packed book by Shana Galen. This amazing author can sure write a great book .. great SERIES! Lady Elinor is fed up living in a frozen marriage and has vowed to do something about it. While she loves her daughters and all they bring to her life, she craves more. Elinor craves adventure. Slowly, she begins to break the rules of polite society by attending balls on her own and conspiring to have an affair with a rakish man and just generally stirring the pot. Baron Winslow Keating (Winn) is a spy who has to do one more mission. He realizes that his family has suffered with his current occupation and if he doesn't make amends soon he risks losing then. When he overhears his wife's desire to have an affair he sees red. Determined not to lose his family, Winn turns on the charm and begins to seduce his wife. In the midst of seduction, Elinor is receiving the adventure she so desperately craves (apparently spy life is exciting) and opens her heart once more. In turn, Winn is coming to fall in love with his wife, gain trust and love with his daughters and ultimately living the life he now wants. We see a return of the antagonist Fonce (he was the bad guy in the first book), and an appearance by Lord and Lady Smythe (loved that) in this book. As with the first one, there is never a dull moment and these two really make an interesting couple. Will Winn put spy life on the mantle and finally make his family his priority, or will he lose all??? Get reading! This is my first experience with Shana Galen and I want MORE! Her writing is absolutely right up my alley and she always keeps it fresh, making me want to flip through quickly so I can enjoy the next hurdle our couples face. She writes hot scenes, ensures that her leading lady and man have serious chemistry, jams in all kind of action, provides witty dialogue, draws you in with mystery and suspense and creates believable characters that you can't help but fall in love with! I will ABSOLUTELY be reading more of her work! HAPPY READING! :)
TRUE SPIES by Shana Galen is another exciting Regency Historical Romance by this author set in England. #2 in the "Lord and Lady Spy" series, but can be read as a stand alone. See, "Lord and Lady Spy". This is Lady Elinor and Baron Winslow Keating's story,spy for the Barbican Group and his last mission. Written with just the right amount of passion,intrigue,and espionage. Once again, Ms. Galen has thrilled her readers with a love story that is not only filled with secrets, deception,but with dangerous intrigue and sexy romance. A wonderful read! Can't wait to see what's next for this talented author. Received for an honest review from the publisher. RATING: 4 HEAT RATING: MILD REVIEWED BY: AprilR, Review courtesy of My Book Addiction and More
So far, I think my favorite couple of the series. A more romantic and fun read than you might expect from a spy story. Enjoyable from beginning to end. Terrific, romantic, sweet reading. With a few laughs thrown in totally by accident.
Shana Galen writes a great story about a spy and his wife. There is passion, deception, and the perfect happily ever after! I'd give it 10 stars if I could!
True Spies is full of thrilling action, meaningful romance, witty dialogue and laugh out loud moments and I loved every bit of it. It was fun to see how Ms.Galen took the movie "True Lies" and turned it into a regency and added her own little twists to the storyline. I enjoyed seeing old characters return and loved getting to know Elinor and Winn and can't wait to see them in future books. True Spies is definitely a keeper and I already look forward to reading it again. While this book is a sequel to Galen's "Lord and Lady Spy", which I highly recommend, you don't necessarily have to read it first. This book can definitely stand alone.
Intriguing spy adventure! 5 stars I really loved this fascinating story of TRUE SPIES by Shana Galen I read her first book LORD & LADY SPY and loved it! Again, I was not disappointed with this one either. It's the story of Winslow and Elinor, husband and wife! He is an elite spy and has kept his identity secret from his wife. However, she wants an exciting life too. It's a fast paced romance that will keep you interested until the end. Ms. Galen's romance are so intriguing and fun to read. She wrote a nice believable plot that could have taken place in that era. I love stories set in the Regency era and this one was the perfect read. Beautiful chemistry between her two characters. You have to love them, they are so charming. I highly recommend this book, it's filled with adventure and danger ! You will never be disappointed by Ms. Galen's books! I am looking forward to read her next new novella THE SPY WORE BLUE!
Real spies use silent weapons (poisons, knives etc)
I have a few directions. Anybody new to here, hello. I am TMS and I am the founder of this council, the SSC (Secret Spy Council). Please post your name, age, prefered/favored weapons, and abilities. This is your "job application", so make it good. Check result 2 regularly to see if you have moved on (I am making this my last post on here so that these directions always will stay on here). If I tell you that you have passed, tell one person about this council (if they are interested), move onto result 3. I will be giving new spies minor, beginner missions here. If I tell you to go to result 4, you have moved up and I will be giving you more challenging cases. If you have made it to result 5, you are one of my top spies. These people include the following: myself, Commander, and Chief. It is very hard to make it here, so congrats if you do. Thank you and goodbye.
My name is Misty Lindsay Hayes......Weapon of choice is pistol.....skill tackling ,sneaking, and scaring!
Confused about what we do in this club. But i am against nook sdx
Now officialy human
Sits swirling her gun
All posts from jaoden lead to nothing and there has been no strange actvity relating to the operation that i can see
I might wanna join