London, 1838. The handsome Earl of Somersby may just be the most eligible bachelor in London, but has no interest in a wife. As a member of the Brotherhood, Bennett Haile is far more vested in his undercover duties for the crown and protecting the Queen from would-be assassins. For now he has the perfect tool with which to lure out the villains-a young woman with an uncanny likeness to the queen.
The spirited Evelyn Marrington is about to live out every country girl's dream-becoming royalty overnight. Under the tutelage of the arrogant Earl of Somersby, she'll have to fool the entire court that she is, in fact, the queen. But as danger threatens from every side, Bennett realizes that his lovely little protegé isn't just placing her life in his hands... She's stealing his heart.
The Brotherhood of the Sword series is best enjoyed in order.
Book #1 Undercover with the Earl
Book #2 Dueling With the Duke
Book #3 Eloping With The Princess
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Undercover with the Earl
A Brotherhood of the Sword Novel
By Robyn DeHart
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2015 Robyn DeHart
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Essex countryside, just outside of London, 1838
It is a truth universally known that a girl entering her twenty-first year must be in want of a husband. But it was not a truth that Evelyn Marrington took to heart. She had no desire to marry now or any other time. Instead, she wanted to hole herself up in a sweet little cottage and write adventurous novels until her hair grayed and no one cared if she was a spinster.
Due to her family's financial straits and their middling social standing, Evie's chances of doing just that seemed rather good. However, her two older sisters had recently made very advantageous matches, thrusting their entire family into a more elevated social sphere. Flush with that success, Evie's mother was now determined to land an equally impressive husband for her middle daughter. Never mind that Evie's own wishes were modest and veered away from marriage. Her family obviously saw things quite differently, a fact she could not ignore with her mother pointing to every eligible man in the vicinity.
At the moment Evelyn longed to have a book in her hand. She could close her eyes and imagine the sound of the paper turning, the bold print of the words beckoning her into their adventure. Instead, she stood at the edge of the small ballroom doing her best to blend into the tapestry behind her while the rest of the guests of this house party danced merrily.
"Evelyn, dear, if you continue to sink yourself into the background, how are any of the men to see you and ask you to dance?" her mother said, placing a forceful hand on Evie's back, effectively shoving her forward.
"I do not care for dancing," Evelyn said, knowing full well that her protests would fall on deaf ears.
"Nonsense, what girl doesn't care to dance?"
There wasn't much that she and her mother agreed upon, except for the fact that they didn't agree on much. They were as different as the morning from the night, and though Evelyn did her best to refuse, her mother still worked her hardest to squeeze her middle daughter into the pretty package that was a perfect debutante. One might think that already achieving success with her first two daughters would have been enough to appease the Marrington matriarch, but she was not so easily pacified.
Evelyn sat precisely in the middle of the Marrington children. Portia and Jillian were her elder sisters and then came Catherine and Meghan. The two eldest Marrington girls were beautiful, lovely, poised, and had made a splash in Society. Portia was already married to the handsome and kind Viscount Handlebrook, and the Earl of Bellview had recently asked for Jillian's hand. This left Evelyn uncomfortably in the center of attention as the next Marrington daughter to find herself a good match.
If she had her sister's temperament, grace, and beauty, no doubt she would make such a match. Unfortunately, she was too quick-witted for simpering flirtations, too practical for ethereal grace, and, worst of all, her hair was an unpleasantly violent shade of red. In short, she did not currently have her sisters' options when it came to marriage.
In fact, her most promising suitor was the Viscount Edgerly, a portly widower sixteen years her senior. Not that she particularly minded the kindly Lord Edgerly, because, after all, beggars could not be choosers. It was his eleven children she minded. Based on his frantic desperation to find a wife, she suspected he was no more eager to parent them than she was.
While she was sure the Edgerly children were perfectly lovely, the fact that there were eleven of them meant marriage to the Viscount — no matter how advantageous in the eyes of her mother — was simply out of the question. She would have no time to write. Nay, she would have no time to breathe or eat or sleep. In short, she would do anything to escape that fate. Unfortunately, her other options were not much better.
"Didn't you dance with Sir Winters at the last Brighten soiree?" her mother asked. "I believe I see him across the room now."
Evelyn caught a glimpse of the man and winced. "And my toes are still bruised."
Portia smiled and linked her arm with Evelyn's. "Mama, Evie is right. That poor man should not be allowed to dance, especially when he wears such heeled boots."
"He's quite obviously trying to mask the fact that he is shorter than a man ought to be," Jillian said.
Not to mention at least thirty years her senior, but Evelyn refrained from adding that. She slid behind her sisters so she would not be so easily visible to the older gentleman. He'd already been standing up on his toes, searching in their direction. He'd made it quite clear to her during their last dance that he was taken with her and interested in courting her. She'd come home from that ball and told her father, in no uncertain terms, that she was not available if the man came to call. Fortunately for her, her father did not seem too eager to marry her off to a man closer to his age than Evelyn's, and he'd artfully dismissed him when he'd paid a visit midweek.
Their mother laughed, but caught herself and placed her fan in front of her mouth. "Be that as it may, Sir Winters has a decent annual income and I don't believe our dear Evie can afford to be quite so selective when it comes to picking a suitor."
Because she wasn't as pretty as her older sisters. Or as gregarious. Her mother would never come out and say those things, but Evelyn felt certain that was what was missing.
"If you are smart, you will do what is necessary to trap that man into marriage this very weekend," her mother said.
"Honestly, Mother! I have no intentions of trapping any man into marriage," Evelyn said.
"Evie, you won't have to. You shall find the right man for you, just as Portia and I have," Jillian said.
She was so kind. She wasn't even trying to pander to Evelyn, she actually believed that, believed that Evelyn would be able to find a love match just as her perfect, beautiful sisters had. But Evelyn knew the truth of her reality, and she had done her part to prevent from being put on the marriage mart. She'd begged her parents to not make her come out and they had agreed, but only partly. They did not have a ball to introduce her, but they had seen to it that she was properly introduced, and she obliged them by attending parties with the family and dancing at least once per evening.
It wasn't that she couldn't abide people, but rather couldn't stand to have people look at her, compare her to her sisters, or even her mother, who after five children was still quite the beauty. Evelyn looked more like her father's side of the family. She was short and because of that her body stubbornly held on to curves. So instead of her sisters who were delicate and graceful, she felt clumsy and stout.
Her two younger sisters ran over to them, all giggles and grins, whispering excitedly to their mother.
"What is it? Stop hissing in my ear. You know that drives me to distraction," Mother said, swatting at the air by her ear.
"Two new gentlemen have arrived," Meghan said breathlessly.
"They are drenched from the rain and stand dripping in the corridor," Catherine said.
Their mother clapped her hands once and leaned in. "Of course Evelyn shall have first choice among them."
It was more than enough for Evelyn to simply fade into the background and step away, but she knew her mother would find her. Two new gentlemen indeed.
"It is only Ellis," Jillian said from beside her, standing up on her toes. "Our dear cousin."
"Yes, but it does appear as if he has brought a friend," Portia said. "A very large and handsome friend."
Evelyn glanced out into the corridor and saw the man in question. He was tall, impossibly broad, and rain dripped from his fair hair and into his face.
"Isn't he dashing?" Catherine said dreamily.
"How could you possibly tell if he's handsome?" Evelyn asked before she thought better of it. "He's scowling."
Whispers scurried through the ballroom; the hushed words didn't take long to reach their ears, as the room was smaller than those public balls in London.
"'Tis Bennett Haile, the Earl of Somersby," the woman next to her mother said.
"An earl," her mother said eagerly. She looked over at Evelyn and smiled, that sort of secret, conspirator smile.
Another woman nodded approvingly. "I've heard he's some manner of a spy."
Two more women walked over to join the conversation. "All I've ever heard about him is that he jilted some poor girl, left her to marry a penniless viscount."
"Scandalous," the other whispered.
"Indeed, he's quite the rogue," the first woman stated.
"Good heavens, but he is a large man," her mother said.
"What is he doing here?" Jillian asked.
"It would seem that Ellis has brought him," her mother said.
"Whatever he's doing here, he seems to be staring directly at you, Evie," Portia said.
Evelyn glanced again at the stranger and he did, indeed, seem to be looking pointedly at her. Beneath the weight of his stare, she felt every bit the dowdy mess her mother had accused her of being earlier that day. Ellis said something to the hulking earl and the man gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
Her mother chortled delightfully. "Oh, it would seem that our dear cousin has finally answered my requests and brought Evelyn a suitor. And an earl, no less. Positively splendid."
Would that she could disappear into the floor, but Evelyn had never been that fortunate.
* * *
Bennett Haile, Earl of Somersby, looked around at the ballroom. Granted, it had been ages since he'd attended a ball in London, but he didn't recall them being quite so overrun with people. No matter what room he entered, he always towered over everyone around him, both in height and breadth. Here in this small ballroom in Essex, it was no different. Perhaps it was even more pronounced. It certainly didn't help matters that he and Ellis had gotten stuck in a rainstorm and were soaked.
The couples twirled gracefully on the ballroom floor; Beethoven's waltz accompanied their dance. He loathed dancing, had never been particularly skilled at it. He exhibited nothing but speed and precision when in the boxing prize ring, but in a ballroom, it did not translate. His feet were too big, his hands like a couple of hams, and his instincts muddled when so many bodies swirled about him.
Why was Potterfield meeting them here? Bennett had not quite so many questions when Ellis had requested he ride along with him to his cousins in Epping. But as they'd journeyed and he'd learned that Potterfield was to meet them, Bennett knew this was official Brotherhood business.
Bennett had been recruited into Custos a Vesica, the Brotherhood of the Sword, when he'd graduated from Oxford at the tender age of eighteen. He'd eagerly accepted the invitation to become a member of the elite security agency dedicated to protecting the monarch of England, expecting a life of danger and adventure. Over the last ten years there had been a good deal of that, and he was grateful he'd had an excuse to avoid society and the machinations of marriage-minded maidens. He was no more inclined to follow the rules and dictates of marriage than he was to follow the orders from his superiors to the letter. But he believed in the mission and the discipline required to fulfill it.
"Where is Potterfield?" Bennett asked Ellis. "Why the devil would he ask us to meet him here?"
Then as if the mere mention of his name summoned him, the man appeared. Sir Percival Potterfield entered, and obviously had travelled by coach as his person remained dry. Unlike Bennett and Ellis who still dripped on the rug. He was an unassuming man, shorter than most and thin with a balding head and nondescript features. Perhaps that was what made him so effective in his leadership of the Brotherhood. People weren't threatened by his humble appearance.
"Excellent, you both made it," Potterfield said as he came to stand beside them. He looked out into the ballroom and nodded. "Is that her?"
"Yes," Ellis said.
"I dare say, Ellis, the resemblance is quite remarkable," Potterfield said.
"Would either of you care to let me in on your little secret?" Bennett asked, keeping his voice low. "I'm beginning to worry you've brought me here to rusticate in your uncle's little village.
"Not at all, Somersby," Ellis retorted with a hint of a smile.
"Then what?" He had a sinking feeling as he followed his companion's gaze to the woman Potterfield had referred to. "Be so good as to tell me what the young lady has to do with anything."
Despite the fact that Ellis had pointed out the girl, Bennett had spotted her as soon as they'd entered the ballroom, as she stood out from the crowd. A wild poppy amidst a field of perfectly groomed roses. Her vibrant red hair, though tamed in a coiffure, fought against the constraints of the pins and several curls had sprung free, framing her fair face. There was no possible way for this woman to pose as Queen Victoria. Yes, there was some similarity in features, but while the Queen was a handsome woman, Miss Marrington was captivating. She was easily the comeliest of all the young ladies present, and Bennett could not fathom what Potterfield's interest in her was.
"Lady Fenwick!" Ellis said to the matron who approached them.
"My dear Lord Ellis. You are positively drenched!" the woman said. She managed to keep her distance from the puddles they were creating, and silently summoned servants to take away their sopping greatcoats.
"I apologize for intruding upon your good hospitality," Ellis said. "We should have stopped —"
"Nonsense! I have readied rooms for each of you," the lady said. "I am certain they will not be as grand as you are accustomed to, but I can assure you they are clean and well tended."
"That is very good of you, my lady," Potterfield said with a quick bow. "But a room for me won't be necessary as I am heading back to London tonight."
"In this weather? Are you certain? 'Tis no problem at all," the lady said.
"Pressing business, my lady, but I appreciate the hospitality."
Bennett barely heard the exchange. His clothes were dry enough now that his greatcoat was gone, but the young miss who'd garnered Potterfield's attention earlier held his gaze. She was so small and graceful, far too small for a colossus like him.
Bennett tore his eyes away from the flame-haired vixen. This whole night was becoming increasingly more curious, as well as uncomfortable. He could not figure what in blazes they were doing there.
He and the others followed a servant up the stairs and onto the third floor where they were shown to their bedchambers. All three men entered the room intended for Bennett and he surveyed the surroundings. Considering this was a smaller country estate to the one he was accustomed to, the accommodations were more than acceptable, from the large framed bed to the window seat. The rain still beat a rough staccato against the window.
He turned back to his companions. "What business is so urgent that we had to intrude upon a simple country ball?" Bennett asked as servants scurried out of the room. "I realize that we often have to be secretive about our meetings, but this seems a little extreme."
"I've called you here because of a concerning matter," Potterfield said after the servants had cleared. "As you know, Her Majesty was injured a few days ago at the opening of the Royal Ascot. Initially, we believed the injury was not serious, but it is apparent that it will take some time to heal."
Bennett withdrew from his waistcoat, then grabbed a linen cloth from the basin and began drying his face and hands. He found a thin black ribbon in his coat pocket and after wringing the towel through his wet hair, he pulled it back and tied it into a queue. "What happened, precisely, as I was not there?" he asked.
"Someone bumped into her and she fell. Her ankle is quite swollen and it will take some time to heal up so that she can walk normally. The physician doesn't seem to believe it is serious, merely an injury that will require her to be off her feet in order for her to heal," Potterfield said.
"Did people see her fall?" Bennett asked.
"Not many, but some. She graciously stood and waved to those who had and made her way to the carriage, making a jest as she went. It wasn't until she was seated again that we noticed the swelling. I called in her private physician straight away."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The flow of the story and chemistry between the Earl and Evie is breathtaking. The ending might had given me a fluttering feeling but it was just short, left me hanging.
Evelyn Marrington is the independent-minded and intelligent middle child in a family of six beautiful daughters. While her mother desperately hopes for a match for this country girl, Evelyn dreams of a different life as a writer, living on her own in a small cottage, and writing to her heart’s content, much like Jane Austen. But Evelyn’s cousin, Ellis, has other ideas and plans for her. Ellis is involved in a specialized government agency–known as the Brotherhood–with Bennett Haile, the large, handsome, and very dashing Earl of Somersby. They need someone to stand in for a very young Queen Victoria while she recuperates from a sprained ankle. Victoria’s life is threatened and they need a stand-in for her so that Victoria can continue to make a good impression on a nation who isn’t yet sure of its young monarch. Ellis decides that Evelyn is the perfect foil as she closely resembles Victoria but Bennett, already perilously close to being on the outs with his supervisor for questioning his decisions on previous assignments, is adamantly against this choice. In the first place, he thinks it’s an insane plan that won’t ever work and one that’s also beneath him and his skills. Victoria is Bennett’s cousin but he also doesn’t believe that Evelyn is a good choice for her stand in. But the real reason is Bennett is attracted to Evelyn and this distracts him from his work with this critical mission; but his hand is forced. Evelyn is also drawn to Bennett’s good looks and, as they get to know each other during their close contact, she comes to trust this imposing, quiet, and unassuming gentleman. At first, however, they must learn to respect each other and some of their early tense encounters make for some humorous moments in this lighthearted story. Evelyn accepts the assignment for both the money she will earn in service to the Crown as well as for the adventure she hopes will provide inspiration and ideas for her adventure stories. She also wants the opportunity to escape her gossipy, stifling family life in the country, and her mother’s constant nagging to make a proper match. She will get to see London and be able to stretch her wings and, with the money, she hopes to eventually purchase a cottage so she can live alone and write novels for the rest of her life. Bennett was jilted by his former fiancée and has sworn off women forever, believing them to be manipulative and gold digging creatures. Until Evelyn surprises him with her guile, her intelligence, her bravery in standing up to him verbally, and her beauty. It’s cute how this bookish country miss thinks she’s awkward and unattractive but Bennett finds her breathtaking and stunning. The tone of this romance is sweet but the sexual attraction burns steadily throughout. Bennett is charged with tutoring Evelyn in deportment as Queen and in methods of self defense, but he also becomes her champion supporter, her rock of protection and, eventually, her bold choice of a lover. I really like how Evelyn seizes the day and her happiness and snatches her moments with Bennett without thought for the future. Sometimes you just have to live in the moment. For the rest of this review on my blog: http://bit.ly/1SdVGZF
This is book 1 in the Brotherhood of the Sword series. The Earl of Summersby has been told what his next assignment will be, but he don't think it will work. Unwilling to lose his position, he goes forward with the government's plan to keep the Queen safe. Evelyn Marington has been living a quiet life in the country always shadowed by the beauty of her sisters when she is called to help protect the Queen. She is to impersonate the Queen and go to all of her functions until the Queen is well enough to take her place back in society. Can this girl from the country fool everyone into thinking she is the Queen or will she get much more than she bargained for? This was a pretty quick read (165 pgs). There was intrigue, bad guys and a romance. Not much else to ask for in a story!! This is a great start to a new series by DeHart!! Thanks go out to Entangled Publishing via NetGalley for a copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.
Her Majesty has been injured and Evelyn Marrington who bears a striking resemblance to Queen Victoria has been recruited to masquerade as the young Queen. Bennett Haile, the Earl of Somersby, was tasked to instruct Evie to act like the Queen. The intriguing premise drew me to this story and I read it in one go curious to see how it all unfolded. I was not disappointed. While the plot was pretty straightforward with no surprises, the authors’ writing is vivid and engaging. She drew me in with her bold descriptions and the emotions (hope, insecurities, lust and love) the characters felt, and I was more than curious to see how it all ended. Evie was a spunky and sweet, and Bennett was the right kind of charming alpha. Undercover with the earl was a quick, sweet and enjoyable read, and I liked the flow of the overall story.
Robyn DeHart's past writing was the reason I purchased an e--reader..and this book just showed me yet again how she is able to weave a story where you "feel" as if you are a character in it,not just a bystander reading some novel..First off let me say,I adored BOTH of these characters from the very beginning ---shy,selfconcious Evelyn Marrington believes she is plain and could never make a man feel anything for her....Bennett Haile has been hurt horribly by a past love and believes it is his flaw,that he could never care for any pushy woman again..she grows as a person in this story,he realizes he can have love and happiness,that he is a worthy person...only read this book if you want a story of a journey of discovery,love, and one of the BEST HEA's out there....
An author/spinster heroine who goes undercover with an earl in Victorian England? Yes, please! I really enjoyed reading Undercover with the Earl, and cannot wait for there to be more in this series. I'm a total sucker for spy/undercover stories, especially ones that bring in a person who's totally inexperienced and seems to not be the obvious choice. (I blame my first TV love, Scarecrow and Mrs. King .) Add in a romantic subplot (again, Scarecrow!), and I'm a goner! It doesn't hurt that I really liked both Bennett and Evelyn. She's pretty much given up on making a good match, especially since she doesn't want to settle for anything less than true love. She figures writing is going to be her first love anyway, so she might as well get herself a cottage and sit and write for the rest of her days. Now if only she could afford it... Bennett's been burned by love before. Engaged to be married, he thought he had the real thing only to find his bride-to-be in bed (his bed!) with another man. As she left him, she made sure to express her opinion that no one else would ever want such a large, brutish man--and the feeling has stuck. He feels an instant attraction to Evelyn, but knows that it will never be... But of course, it's a romance, so you know how it's going to end--instead, it's all about the journey. And though this one is fairly short (165 pages, and over a relatively short time period), there's a whole lot of intrigue and chemistry along for the ride. So...when will book two be out? ;) Rating: 4 stars / A- I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
I really liked both Evelyn and Bennett. They both think that they are not looking for marriage. Evelyn because she doesn't think she is attractive or desireable, and Bennett because he doesn't believe in love or that he is loveable. As they work together to keep the Queen's secret, they help each other believe in a different future than what they had planned for themselves. My only complaints are that the story was too short to fully develop the covert mission and there was no resolution to the mystery behind who was behind the attacks. I'm hoping that the reason behind it is that storyline continues into the following books in the series. Overall and enjoyable read. I received an ARC via NetGalley for the purpose of an honest review. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books I received a copy of this book, from the publisher, in exchange for an honest review. In no way did this sway either my review or my rating! Sigh. Is there anything better than historical swoons? There's just so much about it to get your pulse racing. The propriety, the scandals, the fact that something that we simply think of as "just a kiss" these days was something that a proper unmarried lady just did not do! It makes those stolen moments between two characters who have been doing their damnedest to fight the attractions they have to one another a taboo-like thrill. I love it! I love it all! In a time where women are considered delicate and weak and far more inferior than our manly counterparts, when their only job is to make an excellent match, regardless of age, attraction or feelings, in order to produce heirs and that's pretty much it. Nothing pleases me more than to have a main female character who is both very intelligent and has an independent streak. A woman who wants to be her own person without having to have a man to complete her life. Evelyn was exactly that kind of character. I absolutely adored her. She had dreams beyond being someone's wife and property. She wanted to write adventure novels, and maybe even have them, but mostly to write. Plus she was feisty and fearless and not in the least intimidated by Bennett. Speaking of handsome and hulking Earls...Bennett was just delicious! I loved how he wasn't just the average, run -of-the-mill aristocrat. He wasn't a guy who was going to be content with the idleness that titles and money usually afforded his counterparts among the peerage. He likes living a life of adventure of sorts and action, even a bit of danger. He protects the crown and that's all he ever wanted to do. I think his biggest fault is he doesn't have the slightest clue on how to communicate with a woman. I laugh as I type that because it seemed like, especially in the beginning, every time he attempted to tell Evie what they needed from her it would always come out wrong and they'd end up in an argument because without meaning to he'd end up insulting her somehow. It was quite comedic and fun. I love those kinds of relationships though. The kind where verbal sparring is basically a form of foreplay and stokes the fires of sexual tension that's building between two characters. I think her fire and spirit are what really endears her to him. He's not used to anyone standing up to him let alone a woman half his size who doesn't back down for an instant. When those sparks of anger turn into sparks of desire...boom! I was so pleased that there actually were moments of danger in this book. Not that I wanted Evie in danger of course, more that it added something dark and suspenseful to the story. I liked seeing the protective side come out of Cole. I have a hard time opening myself up to new Historical Romance authors which is something I'm trying very hard to break myself of. It's one of my favorite genres but I put myself in this box of just a few authors I will read from. After reading Undercover with the Earl, I feel safe in saying that my little list of approved HR authors has grown by one and I can't wait to see what else Robyn DeHart has to offer. Thanks goes to Entangled Publishing for the opportunity to read and review this book!
I loved this story. The combination of romance and intrigue made for a wonderful adventure. I live that the heroine wasn't your average Victorian miss, instead she was as headstrong as the queen herself, and the brooding hero was a perfect compliment to her.
Evelyn Marington (Evie) is the odd one out in her family. While her other 4 sisters are slim, graceful and the perfect epitome of ladylike beauty she's petite with a lush figure and head of vibrant but very red hair. Not to mention that she's intelligent, opinionated and doesn't care for simpering flirtations or heavens! to find a rich titled suitor and make a brilliant match. Evie only wishes to be able to afford her own cottage, settle in and be left alone to write. When the young Queen Victoria is injured and has to retire from the public eye to recuperate; to protect the Queen's reputation the Brotherhood of the Sword - the agency dedicated to protecting the Monarch - hit upon the idea to have Evie, who bears a resemblance, impersonate the Queen. Bennett Haile, the Earl of Summersby who is the Queen's cousin is tasked to tutor Evie, and to protect her. A quick and easy read with wonderful chemistry between Evie and Bennett. Both of them are insecure; Evie who has always thought herself plain and unattractive (in comparison to her lovely sisters) while Bennett similarly thinks that no woman could love him for himself after being scorned and cheated by his erstwhile fiancee. When Evie gives Bennett a little peck to "prove that she can't tempt a man" - the situation explodes quite deliciously! The sexual tension is nicely written as Bennett struggles with the protectiveness and possessiveness he soon comes to feel for Evie. Copy gifted in exchange for an honest review.
Fabulous, fast paced read. I highly recommend this book. I could not put it down. It has a very engaging storyline, personable heroine and hero, with mystery and love thrown in throughout each page. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat thru the entire book.
We have our heroine (Evelyn) and Hero (Bennett Haile) the Earl of Sommersby. Fast past story full of Mystery and Intrigue. Evelyn is the Middle daughter and she positively doesn't want to get married but her mother won' think of anything else . During a dance ( ball) her cousin comes to the gathering Soaked with a friend .... The Earl . They are there for a reason . It seems Evie looks like the Queen . . The Earl and Evelyn's cousin are in a secret group called Custos A Vesica-brotherhood of the Sward. The Earl is advised by Sir Potterfield that he has to train Evie how to behave like the Queen to take the Queens place . It seems that the queen fell and her foot was swollen. They go to London so Evie can get started. Little do they know that someone is after Queen Victoria. During their time together Evie and Bennett develop feelings for each other . They are afraid to take a chance. Grab it and see do they catch who is after the Queen . Do they actually take the chance and become one. Who is the one that has it in for the queen and the brotherhood???? Fast past and fantastic read
Our heroine, Evelyn Marington face looks like or similar to the Queen's face. Which makes her the perfect decoy to pretend to be the Queen. The hero, Earl of Summersby is a spy for the , Brotherhood, Bennett Haile. His job is to protect the Queen as it appears she is in danger. So with the help of Evelyn they have moved forward to save the Queen...and along the way fall in love.