BOOK BLURB: Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, is attempting to play matchmaker in Regency London. . . only she’s placed a curse on the lovers instead.
He was late to his own wedding…
Simon is known as Lord Rakehell, so any sane woman would be wary of wedding a man of his reputation. He truly loves Georgiana, and is determined to prove it to her, but how can he convince her after his wedding-day blunder?
She was heartbroken by the scandal…
Georgiana knew the dangers of falling instantly in love with a celebrated rake, but even she had not expected him to show up for their nuptials with ladies-of-the-evening in tow. Now she must determine whether Simon’s protestations of love are genuine, or if she is being led astray by the passion he continues to incite in her.
REVIEW: This is a short novella and before you start reading it find a cozy spot in your home, relax with some hot chocolate and get ready to employ your “suspension of disbelief” [meaning: you’re not expected to actually believe the story, in order to enjoy it!] as I did.
Here’s what I liked about it: its humor, witty dialogue, Simon and Georgina’s chemistry. Both were written well and had me glued to my ‘Android’.
Here’s what I had trouble with: the fantasy part of it and Aphrodite were just not my cup of tea, even though those were the parts that made me laugh out loud.
Bottom line: a quick, fun, sensual [oh yeah!] and entertaining fantasy novella that will fill a couple of hours of an evening you’ve decided to spend indoors. The author doesn’t take the characters too seriously therefore letting the readers indulge in the fantasy to their heart’s content, and I can’t argue with that.
Melanie for b2b
*Book provided by publisher through NetGalley.
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St. George’s Church, Hanover Square
It was the wedding debacle of the century.
Georgiana sniffled, hiding her distress in a weak smile and her lawn handkerchief. The very handkerchief from the evening she had fallen instantly in love with Simon. She had insisted on having it today, for purely sentimental reasons, while she plighted her troth.
Unfortunately, the groom was not present.
Nor was there any indication he was planning on being at the church anytime soon. If he was, surely he would have sent a servant to relay the news, along with a basketful of apologies. She was torn between wishing something dreadful had befallen him, and wishing he would arrive so she could be the one who caused something dreadful to befall him.
It had been such a whirlwind romance. During the past weeks she had become the darling of the gossips, since it was unheard of for a Wallflower Row miss to receive an offer of marriage from a genuine London rake.
Georgiana sniffed again, fighting back tears she refused to let fall. If only she had heeded her mother’s warnings about wedding a notorious rake. Yet how could she have attended Mama’s entreaties to be cautious? She had been swept up into passionate and exciting moments she had never thought to experience.
Perhaps instead of finding the love of her life, she had just committed the grandest mistake of her life.
All at once there was a commotion outside the church, with the sounds of horses whinnying and shouts from an assortment of people. Her heart leapt, much as she chided it for doing so.
In the next instant, Simon was walking toward her, his demeanor sheepish. His clothing was in complete disarray, something she had never seen from him, even after the stolen moments they had shared when chaperones were scarce. His hair was mussed, but not in the careless manner that was so fashionable.
No, it was as if he had just tumbled from bed, and dashed across town to the church.
Georgiana steeled her features into the most disapproving of expressions.
“Georgie!” Simon’s arms were spread wide, as if expecting her to race into them and smother him with kisses.
She had quite a different smothering in mind just then. “My lord.”
His smile vanished at the unwelcoming monotone of her voice. “Georgiana, I can explain.”
“I am eager to hear it.” Her tone grew icier as she considered all of the possibilities.
“Yes, well, I am not at all sure how it happened. Because I have been thinking of nothing else but this night. . . I mean, this day.”
Her cheeks heated, for she had spent a great deal of time pondering this evening too, but she pretended she did not take his meaning. Instead, she lifted her eyebrows, awaiting his explanation.
Every one of the wedding guests leaned forward in the oak pews, unable to hide their interest in what he had to say.
“Georgiana.” Simon moved closer, his voice lowered so only she could hear him. “I know it is unforgivable, but I beg you to forgive me nonetheless. I have no idea how this happened. It was not intentional. I can assure you of that.” His eyes begged her to relent. He leaned in until his lips were at her ear. “I shall spend the entire evening proving my devotion. As well as the next. And every night thereafter.”
She shivered. She had waited a seeming eternity for the moment they could explore the passion that flared between them on a constant basis. She almost fanned her face, but did not want the amassed audience to know how ardently he affected her.
It was not such a terrible slight, was it? She knew without a doubt that he loved her. His eyes sparkled, as if he could see how close she was to capitulating. The devil knew how much she desired him and was using it to his advantage.
Georgiana opened her mouth, ready to upbraid him for causing her such distress, and for handing the gossips additional reasons to chatter about the unlikeliness of their romance. Once she had given Simon a proper chastising, they could continue with the wedding, and the wedding breakfast, and, at last, the wedding night. . .
Another commotion at the entrance to the chapel stole her attention, as well as that of every person in the building. A high-perch phaeton could be seen through the open doorway, and Georgiana was certain she saw Simon’s friend Lord Weyson at the reins, along with—
“Lord Rakehell! Your hat.”
A scantily-clad woman climbed down from the rig and carefully lifted the headgear from her curly red hair. For propriety’s sake, she did her best to stay outside the church, although she was perilously close to falling outside of her bodice. “You forgot your hat!”
“Georgiana,” Simon said again, but this time his shoulders sagged, and his stricken expression made it clear he knew there was no recovering from this catastrophe.
Not when the guests gazed at her with such pity on their faces. After such a public embarrassment, forgiveness was not a gift Georgiana could bestow, no matter how fervently Simon pleaded.
She turned away from him and made it all the way out of the chapel before collapsing into hopeless tears.
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AUTHOR INFO: I have worked as an attorney, winery tasting room manager, and retail business owner, but nothing beats the thrill of writing humorously-ever-after romances.
Currently I reside in New England, although I fantasize about spending the rest of my days in a tropical locale, wearing flip flops year-round, or in Regency London, scandalizing the ton.
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