Wooing the Wrong Woman…
Henry Middlebrook is back from fighting Napoleon, ready to re-enter London society where he left it. Wounded and battle weary, he decides that the right wife is all he needs. Selecting the most desirable lady in the ton, Henry turns to her best friend and companion to help him with his suit…
Is a Terrible Mistake…
Young and beautiful, war widow Frances Whittier is no stranger to social intrigue. She finds Henry Middlebrook courageous and manly, unlike the foppish aristocrats she is used to, and is inspired to exercise her considerable wit on his behalf. But she may be too clever for her own good, and Frances discovers that she has set in motion a complicated train of events that’s only going to break her own heart…
Henry Middlebrook is back from fighting Napoleon, ready to re-enter London society where he left it. Wounded and battle weary, he decides that the right wife is all he needs. Selecting the most desirable lady in the ton, Henry turns to her best friend and companion to help him with his suit…
Is a Terrible Mistake…
Young and beautiful, war widow Frances Whittier is no stranger to social intrigue. She finds Henry Middlebrook courageous and manly, unlike the foppish aristocrats she is used to, and is inspired to exercise her considerable wit on his behalf. But she may be too clever for her own good, and Frances discovers that she has set in motion a complicated train of events that’s only going to break her own heart…
It Takes Two to Tangle
is a historical romance by Theresa Romain. Usually I do not enjoy this genre and
try my best to avoid them. Something
about the dank nastiness of the early 1800's and the disgusting condition of
human life at that time can never be romanced in my mind. However, Ms. Romain
did manage to entertain me in her love drama.
The inside view of the British
Ton and the machinations of the rich elite was interesting. Most compelling was
the witty conversation and clever social jousting of the main characters. I
enjoyed Ms. Romain's historical romance and though I am not sold on the genre
as a whole, this was a pleasant reminder to keep my mind and interests open.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Carla
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