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Never Judge a Lady by Her Cover
By Sarah MacLean
The Rules of Scoundrels, Book 4
Publisher: Avon Romance
Release
Date: November 25, 2014
Genre:
Historical Romance
Length: 385 Pages
ISBN: 978-0062068514
ASIN:
B00IRC8ATQ
About
the book:
By day, she is Lady Georgiana, sister to a duke, ruined
before her first season in the worst kind of scandal. But the truth is far more
shocking-in London’s darkest corners, she is Chase, the mysterious, unknown
founder of the city’s most legendary gaming hell. For years, her double
identity has gone undiscovered...until now.
Brilliant, driven, handsome-as-sin Duncan West is intrigued by the beautiful, ruined woman who is somehow connected to a world of darkness and sin. He knows she is more than she seems and he vows to uncover all of Georgiana’s secrets, laying bare her past, threatening her present, and risking all she holds dear...including her heart.
Brilliant, driven, handsome-as-sin Duncan West is intrigued by the beautiful, ruined woman who is somehow connected to a world of darkness and sin. He knows she is more than she seems and he vows to uncover all of Georgiana’s secrets, laying bare her past, threatening her present, and risking all she holds dear...including her heart.
Her daughter. Growing older by the second. Ten years
old, soon twelve, soon twenty. And the reason Georgiana was here. She looked up
at her hulking partner, this man who had saved her as many times as she had
saved him. Told him the truth. “I thought I could keep her from it,” she said
quietly. “I steered clear of her.”
For years. To the detriment of them both.
“I know,” he said quietly, and she was grateful for
the dance that kept her from having to meet his gaze too often. She didn’t know
that she could.
“I tried to keep her safe,” she repeated. But a
mother could keep a child safe for only so long. “But it wasn’t enough. She’ll
need more if she’s to climb out of our swill.”
Georgiana had done her best, sending Caroline to
live at her brother’s home, doing her best to never sully her with the
circumstances of her birth.
And it had worked, until it hadn’t.
Until last month.
“You can’t be talking about the cartoon,” he said.
“Of course I’m talking about the cartoon.”
“No one gives a damn about scandal sheets.”
She cut Temple a look. “That isn’t true and you of
all people know it.”
The rumors had abounded—that her brother had told
her she could not have a season, that she’d begged him. That he’d insisted
that, as an unwed mother, she remain indoors. That she’d pleaded with him. That
neighbors had heard screaming. Wailing. Cursing. That the duke had exiled her
and she’d returned without his permission.
The gossip pages had gone wild, each trying to outdo
the other with tales of the return of Georgiana Pearson, Lady Disrepute.
The most popular of the rags, The Scandal
Sheet, had run the legendary cartoon—scandalizing and somewhat blasphemous,
Georgiana high atop a horse, wrapped only her hair, holding a swaddled baby.
Part Lady Godiva, part Virgin Mary, with the disdainful Duke of Leighton
standing by, watching, horrified.
She’d ignored the cartoon, as one did, until one
week prior, when an uncommonly warm day had tempted half of London into Hyde
Park. Caroline had begged for a ride, and Georgiana had reluctantly left her
work to join her. It had not been the first time they’d appeared in public, but
it had been the first time since the cartoon, and Caroline had noticed the
stares.
They’d dismounted on a rise leading down to the
Serpentine, grey and muddy with late winter, and led the horses down toward the
lake where a group of girls barely older than Caroline stood the way girls
did—in a cluster of whispers and barbs. Georgiana had seen it enough times to
know that no group of girls like this one would bring any good.
But Caroline’s hope had shone on her bright young
face, and Georgiana hadn’t had the heart to pull her away. Even as she was
desperate to do just that.
Caroline had moved closer to the girls, all while
attempting to look as though her movement was unintentional. Unplanned. How was
it that all girls everywhere knew this movement? The quiet sidle that hinted of
simultaneous optimism and fear? The silent request for notice?
It was a miracle of courage born of youth and folly.
Sarah MacLean grew up in Rhode Island, obsessed with
historical romance and bemoaning the fact that she was born far too late for
her own season. Her love of all things historical helped to earn her degrees
from Smith College and Harvard University before she finally set pen to paper
and wrote her first book.
Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband, baby daughter, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her at www.macleanspace.com
Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband, baby daughter, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her at www.macleanspace.com
I'm a huge Sarah MacLean fan! She is such a great writer. Thanks for sharing this, and the giveaway!
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ReplyDeleteI just got paid...and I just bought the book....Yea!!! Can't wait to dive into it. Sarah's one of my fave historical romance authors of all time. Thanks for the post. jdh2690@gmail.com
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