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My Favorite Marquessby Alexandra Bassett
Synopses & Reviews
A marquess on a mission to secure a piece of land and the stubborn widow who owns it find themselves battling wills--and surrendering to passion--in this lively historical romance. Original.
"Bassett's latest, a winning Regency, begins quietly enough: on her way to England's Cornish coast to claim Trembledown, the derelict estate she inherited after her husband's death, Violet Treacher thinks her only real trouble is the Marquess of St. Just, Sebastian, who has aggressively pursued the property. That's before Violet is snatched from her carriage by notorious smuggler Robert the Brute, who forces her to spend a night with him in a coastal cave. There, animosity and a bit of liquor lead to a night of passion the likes of which Violet had never experienced during her loveless marriage. Still shaken, Violet is released by the masked Brute the next morning, just in time to play host to the haughty, pretentious Sebastian — who, unbeknownst to her, is the Brute himself. His condescension heightens Violet's determination to restore Trembledown, even if she must do the work herself, and sets the stage for much sparring between the two headstrong leads. Several characters from Bassett's His Chosen Bride take supporting roles, giving balance to this rollicking tale of passionate sex and modest skullduggery. (July)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
After conventional means fail, Sebastian, Marquess of St. Just, takes reckless measures to secure the crumbling monstrosity known as Trembledown--a haven for local smugglers and moonlighting spies. He plans to scare, not seduce, its owner, but when a midnight encounter leaves them soaked, stranded, and possessing just one blanket for warmth, Sebastian, a.k.a. Robert the Brute, discovers that the widow Violet Treacher is not only willful and unafraid, she is maddeningly desirable. Though the wilds of Cornwall hold no allure, Violet won't give the arrogant Marquess the satisfaction of a sale, so here she shivers, in a wreck of a house, with lips still burning from the passion of a masked smuggler. She knows he's near--for her own bit of real estate is quite the magnet for secrets, danger, even treachery. But how will she recognize the gentleman by day...with only the memory of his kiss in the dark?
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