Wednesday 12 October 2016

Blog Tour / Book Musings - When a Marquess Loves a Woman by Vivienne Lorret

When a Marquess Loves a Woman
Season's Original #3
By: Vivienne Lorret
Released Oct 4th, 2016
Avon Impulse


As a young, penniless gentleman, Maxwell Harwick knew he had little to offer Juliet White—the most beautiful debutante of the season—except his love, and one thoroughly scandalous kiss. But when they were discovered in a compromising position, a nearly ruined Juliet fled into the arms of a rich, older lord... taking Max’s heart with her.

Now a widow, Lady Juliet Granworth intends to use the fortune she inherited from her odious husband to build a new life in London. Five years have passed, but she’s never forgotten Max… or his soul-searing kiss. Yet it’s clear the newly-minted Marquess of Thayne has not forgiven her—after all, the infuriating man can barely stand the sight of her. But Juliet has endured far too much to give up without a fight and if it’s a battle of wills he wants, it’s a battle he’ll get.

He hates her for breaking his heart. She detests him for destroying her future. But beneath all the loathing, simmers an intoxicating passion that neither can ignore… and the harder they resist, the harder they will inevitably fall.

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Teaser :

Some days Juliet wanted to fling open the nearest window sash and scream.

And it was all Max’s fault.

“Good evening, Saunders.” A familiar baritone called from the foyer and drifted in through the open parlor door. Max.

Drat it all! He was a veritable devil. Only she didn’t have to speak his name, but simply think it for him to appear. She should have known better than to allow her thoughts to roam without a leash to tug them back to heel.

“I did not realize Lord Thayne would be attending dinner this evening,” Zinnia said, her spine rigid as she perched on the edge of her cushion and darted a quick, concerned glance toward Juliet.

Marjorie looked to the open door, her brows knitted. “I did not realize it either. He said that he was attending—”

“Lord Fernwold’s,” Max supplied as he strode into the room, his dark blue coat parting to reveal a gray waistcoat and fitted blue trousers. He paused long enough to bow his dark head in greeting—at least to his mother and Zinnia. To Juliet, he offered no more than perfunctory scrutiny before heading to the sideboard where a collection of crystal decanters waited. “The guests were turned away at the door. His lordship’s mother is suffering a fever.”

Juliet felt the flesh of her eyelids pucker slightly, her lashes drawing together. It was as close as she could come to glaring at him while still leaving her countenance unmoved. The last thing she wanted was for him, or anyone, to know how much his slight bothered her.

Marjorie tutted. “Again? Agnes seemed quite hale this afternoon in the park. Suspiciously, this has happened thrice before on the evenings of her daughter-in-law’s parties. I tell you, Max, I would never do such a thing to your bride.”

Max turned and ambled toward them, the stems of three sherry glasses in one large hand, and a whiskey in the other. He stopped at the settee first, offering one to his mother and another to Zinnia. “Nor would you need to, for I would never marry a woman who would tolerate the manipulation.” Then he moved around the table and extended a glass to Juliet, lowering his voice as he made one final comment. “Nor one whose slippers trod only the easiest path.”

She scoffed. If marriage to Lord Granworth had been easy, then she would hate to know the alternative.

“I would not care for sherry this evening,” Juliet said. And in retaliation against Max’s rudeness, she reached out and curled her fingers around his whiskey.

Their fingers collided before she slipped the glass free. If she hadn’t taken him off guard, he might have held fast. As it was, he opened his hand instantly as if scalded by her touch. But she knew that wasn’t true because the heat of his skin nearly blistered her. The shock of it left the underside of her fingers prickly and somewhat raw.

To soothe it, she swirled the cool, golden liquor in the glass. Then, before lifting it to her lips, she met his gaze. His irises were a mixture of earthy brown and cloud gray. Years ago, those eyes were friendly and welcoming, but now had turned cold, like puddles reflecting a winter sky. And because it pleased her to think of his eyes as mud puddles, that was what she thought of when she took a sip. Unfortunately, she didn’t particularly care for whiskey, and fought to hide a shudder as the sour liquid coated her tongue.

Max mocked her with a salute of his dainty goblet and tossed back the sherry in one swallow. Then the corner of his mouth flicked up in a smirk.

She knew that mouth intimately—the firm warm pressure of those lips, the exciting scrape of his teeth, the mesmeric skill of his tongue...

Unbidden warmth simmered beneath her skin as she recalled the kiss that had ruined her life.

My Musings :

I received a copy from the author.

This series was my introduction to this author and I totally loved the previous books. I would never have thought that I could fall in love with an author more. But that's what is happening. I keep falling deeper as I read each book of hers.

I was always intrigued by the passionate rivalry between Max and Juliet and this book has gone beyond satisfying my curiosity. The beginning was good starting off with the 'flashback' of their shared history. Even in those scenes, I could feel their love for each other, especially Max's regard. Then the story continues in the present scenario, with changed circumstances in both of their lives.

It's rare that an author to get the right percentage of emotions, sensuality, romance and humour in a book. This story has it all, according to me. Being a regency romance genre lover, I have binge read many authors and I can say that this book kept my attention without any deviation at all points while reading. The pace was perfect to get the story flowing without any tension or hindrance. The scenes correlated easily and I fell in love with the characters in each depiction.

The characters themselves add a lot of colour to the tale. Max and Juliet, both taken for granted by the Ton and family, get together in this touching story. Both are strong characters, Max being stoic with his brother's preferential treatment and Juliet being wiser because of her bad marriage. The romance was at once sweet and swoony with the right touch of heat. The scenes between them either made me hot with their passion or laugh under my breath with their dueling in words. I haven't had this much fun with the banter between the protagonists.

Though the outcome was known and assured, the journey it took me on was a very pleasant one. I rate this book high on a reader's pleasure and it can be reread without any boredom again. And that's what makes an author a favourite with me!

My rating : 5/5

Author Info

USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons (not necessarily in that order … but there are days). Transforming copious amounts of tea into words, she is an Avon Impulse author of works including: Tempting Mr. Weatherstone, The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Duke’s Christmas Wish, and the Season’s Original Series.

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1 comment:

  1. Lovely review. Thank you for hosting WHEN A MARQUESS LOVES A WOMAN today!

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