‘He called her a termagant; she called him a rakehell. And so it began – a tender and furious tale of love that would simply not keep to a straight line. A little deception here, a bit of smuggling there and some unpleasant, pushy relatives keep Priscilla and her Duke up to their feathers in larceny and love! This is another gripping story from the doyenne of Regency romantic novelists.’
So the flap reads. And having never read Joan Smith before, I picked it up with not a little trepidation. It sounded more like a Joan Collins than a Georgette Heyer.
Priscilla Denver lives in the house that she bought from her aunt… but it seems to be that her aunt has sold her more trouble than house – it has less land than she was led to believe, and in worse repair than expected. Her neighbour, the Duke of Clavering, is persistent in wanting to buy the house, but he knows more than he’s saying. The rattling hearth does not help either – something is definitely afoot, and Priscilla is determined to tackle the problem.
A charming story, well told, with a sprinkling of romance, suspense and delightful characters. I loved it, and if you like regency romances, so will you!
A book designer, Arati has always enjoyed books and the world of imagination that they open up. She is extremely accident-prone, due entirely to absent-mindedness caused by thinking about books and their contents, instead of paying attention to what she's actually supposed to be doing. She reads multiple books simultaneously, and her choices range from cookbooks and design manuals to fantasy, crime and Regency romances.
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