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Not bloody likely.
"Your father would have wanted it this way. He abhorred excessive mourning. You know he did. He would have wanted you to have a proper welcome home. Youve been gone so long, its only right to reintroduce you to the neighborhood. Really Tyrell, I planned this whole party for your sake."
He knew exactly why shed thrown this abominable ball and for what purpose.
"Its true." She fanned herself a little harder. "How can you doubt my intentions? I am, after all, your mother. Its my duty to look after you." Knowing how punishing silence can be, Tyrell said nothing. "Have you no heart?" she sniffled. Heart? No. That useless mechanism stopped working in Spain, on the battlefields of Badajoz to be precise. Music jangled through his ballroom, infuriating him with the sound of frivolous plinking harpsichords and squealing violins. Candles flickered, as dancers stirred up the air bounding across his floor like a flock of mindless sheep. He would rather be trapped in a bat-ridden cave than here. To distract himself from his mothers prattle he studied Fiona Hawthorn as she made her way through the guests on the other side of the room. She looked nothing like the sobbing young girl who had run after him as he rode away to war. Shed grown into a woman, shapely and undeniably striking. And now, his idiotic neighbors stepped out of her path as if she had the plague. The women backed away clutching their skirts like frightened children in the wake of a specter. Superstitious morons. His mother whispered a plea that lashed across his thoughts. "How can you treat me so ill? All I ask is one small grandson, so Im not thrown out in the cold should anything happen to you." He remained as immovable as a wax general at Madam Tussauds. The dower cottage would serve her adequately. "I simply cant bear to think of my home entailed to some distant-uncles-cousin-or-other, who wont care two figs for what happens to me." She clutched at his arm. "A baby boy I can dandle on my knee, thats all Im asking, an heir. Is that so much?" Yes, too much, much more than he could give. Sons required fathers, preferably with the aforementioned heart intact. He continued to watch Fiona as she moved to the rear of the ballroom, away from the dancers and the gabbing, giggling circles of young women. She sat on a chair swathed in shadow behind a column. Hiding. Tyrell clamped his jaw tighter. "Must you seethe like some sort of caged tiger? Truly, it isnt good for you. Youll rupture your spleen." What would she have him do? Upturn the tables? Shove all of her unwanted guests down the stairs and out of his house? Smash that musicians squeaky fiddle over his white-wigged head? "Our friends came here with the perfectly reasonable expectation that you would honor at least one of their daughters. You simply must dance with one of these young women or I shant be able to show my face in society again. We have our name to consider. At the very least you could--" "Very well. One." He marched straight across the ballroom, heedless of the dancers, who moved quickly out of his way while trying to maintain their places in the set. The heels of his shoes reported loudly against the wood floor, but he didnt slow his pace until he stopped squarely in front of Fionas chair behind the column. She sat in a dreamlike pose, swaying to the rhythm of the country-dance. He cleared his throat and waited for her to open her eyes and focus. He continued to wait as her gaze slowly climbed up to his face. She blanched. "Oh dear," she murmured and rose abruptly upsetting her chair. In a tangled string of movements she reached back, caught the chair before it clattered to the floor, curtseyed, and then seemed to loose her breath before she could speak. He forestalled her. "Good evening Elf." --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- ASIN : B00GK9MCNS
- Publisher : Ink Lion Books (November 1, 2013)
- Publication date : November 1, 2013
- Language : English
- File size : 4306 KB
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- Print length : 256 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #107,406 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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Tyrell, Lord Westmont, has returned from the war a cranky and disillusioned man with a case of PTSD. He's a childhood friend of Fiona's, Fiona has always loved him, and he is attracted to her, but isn't in a frame of mind for pursuing a wife. He can't seem to control himself around her, so he kisses her, tempts her, and then gets angry with himself and with her for making him lose control. Geez, what a lovable guy! I wanted to slap him.
Then there's Aunt Honore, an eccentric lady who dresses like a whore and allows some pretty shady people to hang around Fiona, who she's supposed to be guiding in society. I know this lady is supposed to be quirky and charming, but I found her to be rather awful. Guess I think that innocent, young maidens in this era needed just a tad more loving and caring in their guardians.
The book is well written, although there are a fair number of editing errors. Kathleen Baldwin is a talented storyteller, who knows how to create and construct a good tale that makes sense. Guess I read this in the wrong frame of mind. I just couldn't find the humor in many of the situations. I recommend it with reservations.
SEX: none. Descriptive kisses. There is some focus on breasts and talk of sex.
PROFANITY: a very occasional word
VIOLENCE: nothing excessive
While this is a generally clean read, it was a little coarse for my tastes. There were crude references to sex and some blatant ogling of women’s bodies. At the same time, it was very well written and enjoyable to read. I think most regency fans would enjoy my this romp, unless, like me, you prefer a more proper approach.
Lady Fiasco hails back to the early days of the Regency romance with all the fancy dialogue, over the top situations, and vibrant characters. I’ve recently had the pleasure of reading a couple of Georgette Heyer’s novels, and Kathleen Baldwin does a great job conveying that same feel. Like Heyer’s, this is also a sweet romance.
The story begins with a decorated soldier’s return from war. Tyrell, Lord Wesmont, has seen the darker side of life, is suffering from battle fatigue, and really just wants to retire into obscurity. Instead, his mother has arranged a ball to re-introduce him to the neighborhood and help him find a bride. She demands he behaves like the gentleman he is. Forced to dance, Tyrell chooses the one young lady everyone else avoids and one he remembers from before the war as a friend.
Fiona Hawthorn is considered a disaster largely because she’s been raised by a father who did little to restrain her wild tendencies. Around her, trouble happens, and to the minds of every member of their small community, the only explanation is that she’s bad luck. In reality, it’s a combination of her own clumsiness and her beauty, which tends to make klutzes of any nearby gentleman. The situation has grown so bad, even Fiona believes she’s cursed.
Despite Tyrell’s attempts to convince her it’s nonsense, when his underlying feelings for her provoke him to share a kiss with her, even he accuses her of being trouble and thinks she’s attempting to trap him into a marriage he doesn’t want.
Already, you have hints of the serious in a wounded warrior hardened by war and with no interest in the main pastime of the young and old of society in this era: finding a spouse. Add to that a profound ridiculousness in the way disaster seems to follow in Fiona’s wake, and there’s a great number of entertaining moments.
Enter Lady Alameda, Fiona’s outrageous aunt who decides to take a hand in Fiona’s upbringing. Swept from her home, Fiona is thrust into the complexities of high society, complexities which include Marcus, Lady Alameda’s previous favorite who is far from pleased to discover he’s no longer the first in Lady Alameda’s eyes, especially when, as her step-son, he had always assumed he’d be her heir. This aspect to the story didn’t work as well for me with Marcus as the incompetent villain, but even he had his moments, and his actions led to a lovely bit of revenge I quite enjoyed.
Tyrell, of course, chases after her, honor bound to apologize for his unfounded accusations, only to discover her circumstances even worse than he could have imagined. Lady Alameda is all he’s been led to believe and worse, while his heart is not as hardened as he’d thought.
I’ve told more of the story than I usually do, but believe me when I say this is only the tip of the iceberg. Lady Fiasco offers a fun romp with wonderful dialogue and a few serious moments looking into the impact of war on soldiers. I liked both Tyrell and Fiona a lot, and found most of the secondary characters enjoyable, especially the scandalous ones. Fiona’s aunt, the Lady Alameda, is just wonderful. This is well worth the read.
Note: This is a re-release of an early title published by Zebra
I came across the synopsis of the Regency comedy trilogy and thought I would give these Kindle 'freebies' a try.I am so glad that I did,as this book proved again how sometimes Kindle freebies are treasures.
I had such fun reading this book.Totally loved the hero~ Tyrell, Earl of Wesmont, the heroine~Fiona Hawthorn, and her aunt Honore.
Finally a book that captivated me again,from the first chapter to the book's end.
LOVED this book and highly recommend it for lovers of romantic comedy and Regency Romance.
I am already reading the second book in the trilogy~Mistaken Kiss: A Humorous Traditional Regency Romance (My Notorious Aunt Book 2) and it is also proving to be a fun read. One more to go~Cut from the Same Cloth: A Humorous Traditional Regency Romance (My Notorious Aunt Book 3)by Kathleen Baldwin,and I hope I don't have as much trouble finding delightful reads again.
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The plot was OK, but not gripping. The characters were mostly OK, but not captivating. I suppose that the use of US spelling in a novel set in Regency England will grate on others less than on me, but for vocabulary I couldn't accept 'sidewalk' instead of 'pavement' and 'cravat' instead of 'neckcloth', for example. Abbreviating Fleet Street to 'Fleet' (when referring to a junction) was also both wrong-century and wrong-side-of-the-Atlantic, and I'm not sure that referring to the Prince Regent as 'His Majesty' was a good idea.I found the use of Regency 'slang' sometimes irritating, for instance 'Fustian!' (which I believe isn't an exclamation) where I would have expected to see 'Fudge!'.
If Ms Baldwin wishes to explore the Regency romance further, I'd suggest she use a more specialised proofreader, so that she can concentrate on plot and characters and also stay true to her chosen genre.
On the minus side, quite a few Americanisms were in there. We do not have 'boardwalks' in England, and I felt some of the language did not suit the time period. The Prince Regent was never addressed as 'Majesty', not until he inherited the throne. American spelling sometimes grates, but it is not often enough to be a problem. I did find the plot a little thin and I was a little surprised at some of the behaviour of the young lady Fiona. Swimming in a lake? Hmmm. I wasn't sure about that, but I suspended disbelief because I was enjoying it.
If you want your historical romance to be historically accurate, then probably this book is not for you. If you want an entertaining read, then you will enjoy it. I have to say, I certainly did.