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Her figure was fine, but it wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny when being squeezed into a Neoprene sausage casing. All sorts of rolls and gatherings were bound to appear.
Grade: B
I did it! A short review! Ha! *happy dance*
What worked for me: I’ve been lucky lately. I haven’t read a dud book in a while (yay me!) and this one did not disappoint. Overall, I would describe it as “delicious” and the hero, Viscount Rohan (even though he has the IMO unromantic first name of Francis) is the most delicious part of all. He’s wicked and bad and sinful and gorgeous and decadent and lovely. Â
For all that Rohan strutted around thinking himself the Prince of Darkness, his battered soul contained a bruised nobility that would appall him. Rohan much preferred to fancy himself heartless.
But, more about him later. Â
I do love a Georgian book (is it still called “Georgian” when the book is set in Paris for the most part?) – I love the powder and patches, the jewels and the high heeled shoes encrusted with diamonds, I love the rich velvets and brocades – and that’s just on the men. There is something so masculine about an alpha male wearing such clothes – they should look girly shouldn’t they? But they don’t. If their characters are painted right, they pull it off and its gorgeous. Some of my favourite books are set in this period and it was nice to have a book set in Paris for a change too.
Elinor piques Rohan’s interest from the beginning. She’s different to the women he normally comes across (ie she’s not a whore – “Any woman in this house is a whore, my child. So, for that matter, are the men.”) and his not-so-latent sense of honour is inspired. (I say not-so-latent because it was always evident to me that he was an honest, honourable man – he just wasn’t “good”.) Anyhoo, Elinor’s mother is dying of syphillis and is about to gamble away the last of the family’s money at a gathering of the Heavenly Host (a kind of Hellfire club) and Elinor follows her to get her home (hopefully before she loses everything). Rohan is the leader of the Heavenly Host and sets the rules (for example, no children – “A foolish inconsistency” but “not up for discussion” – see what I mean about honourable?) and presides in glorious malaise over the goings on. When Elinor first meets Rohan he has a half naked woman (breasts exposed because he’s just been given them some, er, oral attention) reclining on his lap. This initial picture fits him perfectly. He’s a gorgeous, languid, bored, jaded, artistocrat and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him. Â
I loved reading his thoughts and words. They showed him in all his flawed glory and they were my very favourite parts of the book.  This is not a book where the hero meets the heroine and his wicked sexual urges are immediately tamed by the power of her magic hoo-ha – he keeps Elinor around (he’s interested in far more than her body and is not in a hurry to get to that) and bangs other women like usual – he just thinks about her when he’s doing it. It’s different and it’s him. He’s a very bad man. **sigh**
“The brandy is for me…” he said in his most amiable voice. The one he used before he destroyed someone.
I did like Elinor quite a bit. I liked her strength of character, her determination and her optimism. I enjoyed her love for her younger sister Lydia and I liked her self-awareness (even though she didn’t think she was attractive) and I shared her loathing or rats, but for me, Rohan stole the show. Â
There is, perhaps unsurprisingly, a sad secret in Elinor’s past (I felt awful for her – her mother was a real bitch) and when Rohan finds out about it his reaction is both expected but untypical of him. And ferocious. (Rwoarr!) It reveals to us (what we really already knew) just how much he cares for Elinor and how lines he would not cross before for anyone, are not an issue when it comes to her, her honour and her safety. Most excellent hero material.
There was quite a bit of humour in the book too which was a nice foil to the dark and angsty. There’s a part where Elinor’s thoughts are rambling a bit that tickled me.
He seemed to roam the halls like a bat, waiting to pounce. She had no idea whether bats actually pounced or not. And Rohan wasn’t at all like a bat which were horribly ratlike and not to her preference at all. Rohan was like some kind of cat. …
…
And she was a mouse. A mouse who snarled. And had teeth. …
What didn’t (work for me): The trouble with having Rohan be such a deliciously decadent almost-but-not-quite-bad-guy hero is that as much as I enjoyed it, for there to be an HEA he obviously has to mend his wicked ways. I thought the ending a bit trite and therefore a little disappointing. His transformation from wicked man to faithful husband was a bit too quick and not entirely believable. I mean, I wanted to believe it but I would have liked a little something (I can’t even describe what – which is not helpful I know), but something extra to help me truly swallow his metamorphosis. Although, I did like this:
“Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can’t live without her.”
Maybe my problem was that he was so well drawn as this wicked sexy unrepentant man that him being “tamed” into being a faithful monogamous husband in some way diminished him? Hmm. I don’t know for sure, other than that I found the ending a little less satisfying than the rest of the book, which was otherwise excellent.
What else:This book is the first in a trilogy and is released on July 1. I’ve read book 2 already and I can’t wait to get my hands on book 3. In fact, the covers are so pretty that I’ve a feeling that I’ll be buying them even though I got the first 2 free as bound galleys from NetGalley. I feel a little guilty for not sharing some of my money with this author who gave me so much entertainment. I know I will go back to this book again at some point to soak up some more of a beautiful wicked man who has become a favourite already. Â
Reckless (book 2 – due out in August) is different and I wondered if I should wait a while before I read it and maybe I should have. It is a different book, about Rohan and Elinor’s son, Adrian and it is set in England in 1804. Adrian isn’t quite a wicked or delicious as Rohan – whereas most of my enjoyment of Ruthless came from Rohan, Reckless was enjoyable in an entirely different way and I ‘shared’ my love with both protagonists. The dialogue between Charlotte and Adrian was delightful, sharp, biting and double edged. I liked that it wasn’t the same book with different leads and a different name. I liked that it took place over a shorter time frame. Also, because Adrian wasn’t quite as wicked as Rohan had been, I didn’t have any trouble with the the ending at all so it was a more consistent read for me in that respect. (But I still liked Rohan better) There is a secondary romance in Reckless that could have been a book in itself and I was a bit disapointed not to have more of it. I was really interested in Evangelina and Simon’s story. Also, there were a couple of questions I had about how the family got back to England and a new title that the original Rohan had picked up that didn’t seem to be answered and which bothered me a little – because I’m like that. I gave Reckless a B+. Really good, but not quite as good at Ruthless.  Â
I can see from the author’s website that Breathless (book 3 – look for it in September) is about a daughter of the house of Rohan so I’m thinking that will be a bit different and an interesting read. Can’t wait.
Grade: A- (the minus is because the ending was a bit less delicious than the rest of the book. But, it was a really great book. And Rohan was made of awesome.)
Also, apologies for my overuse of the word “delicious” in this review. But really, that’s the word I keep coming back to when I think of this book. Sorry.
Why I read it: I’ve read Ms. Thomas’ 3 previous releases and enjoyed them all. Plus, I thought they kept getting better so I was excited to read this new story. I read the excerpt on her website and I knew I was in for a treat.
He kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sorry, my love. We should not have come. And you need never return here again.”
He had been here, as he’d promised. And she had not been alone.
She smiled again, a smile luminous enough to serve as God’s own desk lamp.
She had been married four hours.
She’d describe her marriage thus far as hushed.
She’d also describe it as long.
“Yes,” he [Vere] said. “I am what you would call, well, not an heiress – I know that’s a woman – but what is a man heiress?”
Vere makes such a delightful idiot.
Vere recognises in Elissande a fellow actor – he sees her mask quite quickly,
Oh, she was good. So very good. Were he truly an idiot he would be thrilled.
but misunderstands her reason for wearing it. Once he does, you’d think that, him being the hero and all, all the conflict is gone between them and it would just be the external threat to them that needs to be resolved. Ha! Think again! Vere has to face himself, his own fears and decide whether he wants to stay in the shadows with only a perfect dream for company or whether he wants to life a true life without a mask – taking the risk that life is not perfect. Elissande tempts him but he’s scared of living in the open.
He wanted milk and honey; nourishing, sweet, wholesome. She was laudanum; potent, addictive, occasionally helpful in forgetting his troubles, but dangerous in large doses.
It is that struggle which makes Vere so extra delicious to me. All the time he’s doing the heroic rescue thing, he’s broken inside. He needs Elissande to show him what he’s missing and he needs her to give him the courage to change. He wants her to see him, truly, but is fearful of it also.
“Open your eyes and look at me”.
She did. He withdrew and reentered her, slowly, slowly going deeper, deeper. And when she thought he couldn’t come any farther into her, he did.
She gasped with the pleasure and depravity of it – his possession of her, while his eyes held hers.
“No pretending,” he said softly. “do you see who is fucking you?”**
“I never pretended it was anyone but you.”
Why I read it:
What it’s about:
“How do you think a girl gets herself married these days?: Kensey asked. “It takes putting herself on the shop shelf to begin with.”“I like dating”, Chelsea said. “Especially men with muscles and dark eyes and all their teeth. I’m on the shelf.”.“Right. With a big Do Not Feed The Animal sign slung around your neck. One sideways glance at another woman, one bounced cheque, one hint he might have feet of clay and you bite the hand that fondles you. Whereas that creature over there is so-o-o on the shelf fluorescent lights aim towards him wherever he goes.”
“I seem to have misplaced it.”“It will be hot pink. Hard to miss.”“Yet visualising it still hasn’t helped it appear.“
“And when you get back to Chic [magazine] to explain why I was not you, if they mention anything about my predilection for zebra print underwear they’re making the whole thing up.”Chelsea leaned back in her chair and began to play with her hair. “I’m not sure Chic are in the habit of spreading rumours like that about random guys.”“It’s a scandal. Best kept under wraps for all our sakes.”
“Because you’re the girl who fell into my arms, and spilled my coffee and stole my phone and gatecrashed my thoughts until I had to admit to her that I’ve been seriously thinking that a two minute phone swap isn’t what we ought to be doing tonight.”.
“And the idea of you in a wet T shirt almost short-circuited my brain right now”.At his words, she actually felt her uncooperative breasts straining against the cotton of her long-sleeved T shirt. “I have no boobs. Wetting them is not exciting.”“It’s exciting to me.“
Thinking about it later, the whole time frame/hero conflict thing bothered me more and I wondered if I should change the grade. In the end I decided not to. When I was reading the book I was enjoying it so much that the time frame and the hero’s conflict weren’t a huge deal – both things took on more significance to me after I was finished and thought about it some more. Overall, I think the grade should be about my enjoyment of the story and I should stick with my first thoughts. And, I will definitely read more from this local (and really, very good) author.
“…Lady Callista Taillefaire [has been] jilted three times in spite of her fortune and her father’s best efforts to find her a husband. Now her greatest desire is to win the silver cup at the agricultural fair with her gigantic prize bull, Hubert. But when Callie’s only old flame returns from his long and mysterious absence in France, her quiet spinster life turns upside down. Dark-eyed, elegant and a magnet for trouble, Trevelyan d’Augustin has given Callie lessons in more than his language in the past. Her father put a harsh and humiliating end to any dreams of romance with a French Ă©migrĂ© scoundrel, however, and Callie never thought to see him again. Swallowing his pride, Trev has finally come home to care for his failing mother, but his secrets and misdeeds follow him.Callie soon remembers that nothing is ever peaceful with Trev around. The enormous Hubert vanishes into thin air, one of her former jilts comes back to woo her in a most determined manner—and her bull takes the town by storm! In the midst of these misadventures, Callie finds herself falling in love again with the worst possible man for her.”
She stood silent turning the words over in her mind as if they were a strange device that she could not find the key to understand.
If Major Sturgeon had not been strongly attracted to Mrs. Fowler, Callie would have feared he was coming on with some sort of condition.
I loved the banter between the characters, particularly Callie and Trev:-
“May I make you the object of my violent and unrestrained ardor?” He made a motion as if to loosen his neckcloth. “I’m a bit tired, but perfectly willing.”
“My calling hours are from twelve to three, if you wish to importune me violently.” Callie said, dropping a quick curtsey.
She came into his embrace suddenly and fully, making a thankful little sound, as if she’d been having a nightmare and awoken to find safety.
She smiled and spoke to him in English. “You enjoyed the assembly?”
“Of course! I engaged myself to two beautiful young ladies and had to leave by the back window. I’ve fled to you for aid. Will you conceal me in your wardrobe?”
She gave a faint husky laugh. “Let the girls meet… on the field of honour,” she said in a weak voice. “Nothing to trouble about.”
“But their mothers might pursue me!”
“Alors, I’ll dispatch their mothers myself, by poison.”
He squeezed her hand. “I see now where I come by my unsteady nature.”
The little game they played was quite romantic (in the broader sense of the word) but not squicky. In fact, there are quite a few “games” in this book. Trev plays a game with his mother – they pretend he is a gallant roue flirting with her to cover the bigger pretense – they pretend that she is not dying. Trev and Callie play games of adventure and they play at being a married couple at the cattle fair. Trev and Callie also use playful banter where both say what is truly in their hearts but, disguised as it is as a game, it goes unrecognised.
Callie also plays a little game with Sturgeon at the cattle fair, but mainly she plays games with herself:-
Callie tried to make a daydream for herself. It was what she always did when she could not quite bear what was real.
She had, of course, imagined a thousand times how she would accept the groveling change of heart from each of her suitors, starting with Trev. He was to have written her passionate, brooding letters and declared that his life was forfeit if she would not have him. That was after he had become unthinkably wealthy and recovered Monceaux. and declared on his knees that her fortune meant nothing to him and never had. He would take her penniless from the side of the road and threaten to shoot himself, or sail to Madagascar and become a pirate – which was just the sort of thing Trev would do – if she refused his love. After suitably ardent persuasion, she would reluctantly give up her plan to dedicate her life to good works and tapioca jelly, and accept his suit. Afterward they would become pirates together and she would wear a great many pearls and rubies and skewer British officers.
Callie was, however, very careful not to daydream about actually being married to Trev even after he had proposed twice. That was too real and too painful. Better a game that was safely a game.
Grade: B+