From the incomparable Jane Feather, author of national bestsellers Vanity, Violet, and Valentine, comes this enthralling new romance of daring deception and forbidden passion.
Juliana drew the line at becoming a harlot. She had already begun the week as a bride...and ended it as a murderess. She was sure no one would believe that she'd hit her elderly groom with a bed warmer and knocked him quite dead by accident. So she did the only thing she could - she ran. Yet now she was in no position to turn down a shocking proposition from the dangerously handsome Duke of Redmayne: that she become one man's wife and another man's mistress - his mistress. Could she play such a role? Could she live up to such a bargain? And once she had tasted the pleasures of Redmayne's bed, would she ever want anything else.
I disliked the girl. She was very much 'poor pity me! Look what you did to me!' Then, she goes off trying to ignore everything the hero says, which puts her in middle of all these issues.
She seriously blames the hero for letting her be kidnapped, because he knew she left his house when he told her not to.
This story begins with one of the most gripping prologue's I have ever read .But sadly what began as a 5 star story could not fulfil the promise . This book was not much of a romance but something more of a vehicle for Jane Feather to write about the appaling life circumstances the women with no family or friends faced in those times ( 1750 a d )
It wasn’t bad? And the plot about essentially Unionizing prostitutes wasn’t bad either? Like undoubtedly trash, but very good trash to have picked up at the thrift store for a buck.
ORIGINAL BUT IT STILL LACKED SOMETHING. The characters and their passion seemed a little flat, or maybe it was just my preference. The plot was a little predictable, and it was a very long novel for one without much of a drive. I enjoyed the age-gap pairing but, I couldn't help but feel very distant from the main hero, like he was a cardboard man instead of flesh and blood. I think the writing didn't quite speak to me. And the heroine acted her 17 years, sometimes a little too hot-headed for my taste. There's SPUNK, and then there's JUST SPUNK.