From Goodreads - What happens when a struggling actress and a grieving widower come together in a night of unbridled debauchery orchestrated by a bored and machinating rake? Phoebe Scott, alias Kitty Willis, is a struggling Covent Garden actress with a bruised heart and a closely guarded secret.Sir Edward Chambers, Ned to his intimates, is guilt-ridden over his beloved wife’s death and avowed to live out a rustic and mundane life … of celibacy.Devil in disguise, Viscount Ludovic DeVere, is determined to return his best friend, Ned, to the land of the living. His meddling machinations result in a night of mind blowing passion after which “dull dog Ned” awakes to find himself in the King of England’s bed! A WILD NIGHT’S BRIDE, a sexy, rollicking Georgian romp!
Oh what fun! I have to say this was a charming, humorous and thoroughly entertaining story that I was just dismayed to see end. Vane is a very gifted writer whom's characters are vividly portrayed with just the right amount of finesse. The Georgian setting is thoroughly portrayed, but it's the dialogue that kept me riveted. I'm not going to go into details and spoil this one for you. However, Phoebe has a secret, Devere wants to pull his friend Ned out of his guilt and thinks that Phoebe may be just the person to do it, but the way it all transpires and the ideas are just delicious. I'm thrilled that I have the next one on my shelf to read next! More, more more!!
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Honestly, READ THIS ONE!!
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The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
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The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
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