Saturday, January 14, 2017

Review And Excerpt - Ready Set Rogue by Manda Collins



READY SET ROGUE
By Manda Collins
Publication Date: January 3, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-250-10986-6
Price: $7.99

Summary

When scholarly Miss Ivy Wareham receives word that she’s one of four young ladies who have inherited Lady Celeste Beauchamp’s estate with a magnificent private library, she packs her trunks straightaway. Unfortunately, Lady Celeste’s nephew, the rakish Quill Beauchamp, Marquess of Kerr, is determined to interrupt her studies one way or another...

Bequeathing Beauchamp House to four bluestockings—no matter how lovely they are to look at—is a travesty, and Quill simply won’t have it. But Lady Celeste’s death is not quite as straightforward as it first seemed…and if Quill hopes to solve the mystery behind her demise, he’ll need Ivy’s help. Along the way, he is surprised to learn that bookish Ivy stirs a passion and longing that he has never known. This rogue believes he’s finally met his match—but can Quill convince clever, skeptical Ivy that his love is no fiction?

Don't miss Ready Set Rogue, the first in Manda Collins' new series set in Regency England!


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Review

I'm really glad that I got a chance to read Ready Set Rogue and that I discovered Manda Collins' writing in the process.As much as I love historical romances, the ones I have been reading in the past month aren't really fresh or original, though I enjoy them.
This book was like a breath of fresh air and it reminded me of the reasons why I fell in love with this genre.

Aprodhite(Ivy) Wareham has inherited Lady Beauchamp's estate along with four other ladies, who are all "bluestockings" just like the deceased Lady Beauchamp.Ivy is a scholar who works on Greek texts and comes from a household packed with children.Though she doesn't understand why she has inherited an estate, when she has never been in contact with or heard of Lady Beauchamp, she is determined to make use of this opportunity and make a name for herself as a female scholar.The private collection at Beauchamp house is another incentive!

Quill, the Marquess of Kerr, can't believe that his aunt has bequeathed the estate to four complete strangers!He is determined to get to the bottom of this and drive them out as soon as possible.Even if one of them is the maddeningly attractive Ivy, whom he had helped previously at an inn, before they arrived at the estate.But, what will they do when Ivy gets a letter addressed to her, written by Lady Beauchamp before her death, where she suspects that she is slowly being killed by someone.Ivy reluctantly enlists Quill's help and both set out to discover who could've killed his beloved aunt.
The danger ramps up when it seems that someone doesn't want them to discover the truth and is willing to go to any lengths to hide it.

I loved Quill and Ivy!Both were great main characters with their own strengths and weaknesses.Though their relationship starts off rocky with mutual dislike, it soon develops into a wonderful partnership with perfect chemistry!
I couldn't understand why Quill was so adamant on keeping the Beauchamp house within the family, but as more about his past was revealed, I understood his reactions.And he more than made up for his initial rudeness! ;) He wasn't just a pretty rake like in other HR books.He was quite intelligent-a great match for Ivy and was determined to protect her in his own way.I loved that he let her be independent, which she really needed.

Ivy was intelligent,witty and brave.She is passionate about her scholarly pursuits, but isn't a wallflower either.She doesn't want to be completely dependent on someone, but is ready to accept help when she needs it!The attraction between her and Quill was well done and I loved the pace.
The mystery was addictive and it kept me on my toes!I couldn't wait to find out who the culprit was, and Iam glad that my guess was correct in the end ;)
We also meet the three other women-Daphne,Sophia and Gemma, and they all are unique in their own way.Daphne was a riot and I can't wait to read her and Maitland's story! :D
Lady Serena and her son were equally amazing, and the love that Quill had for them was beautiful.I hope she gets her own book too!That woman deserves a happy ending after all that she's been through!

I'm so happy that now I've discovered Manda Collins' writing I have more books to devour!I will be going through her Ugly Ducklings and WIcked Widows series soon!Can't wait to read the rest of the Studies in Scandal series!

Excerpt

Despite her discomfort and distress at being drenched, she was in possession of the sort of temperament that did not allow the petty annoyances of life to dampen her spirit. He could not think of a single other lady of his acquaintance who would meet such a situation with such equanimity. 

“If you wish,” he said over his shoulder, “you may remove your gown and wrap up in one of the blankets . . .” He trailed off as he saw that she was already in the process of doing just that. He swallowed at the sight of her breasts outlined by the wet fabric as she tried to reach behind to unbutton her gown. 

“I am trying to do just that, but I’m afraid this gown requires the assistance of another pair of hands.” In another woman he might have suspected her of flirtation, but there was a sort of shy diffidence in the way she spoke that told him she was not trying to be coy. It was a refreshing change from the cynical seductions he was used to in London. 

But when he looked up, their eyes caught, and he muttered a curse. She might be an innocent, but she had a wellspring of natural sensuality that just might do him in. 

Completely unaware of the direction of his thoughts, she asked, “Would you mind helping me?” 

He was crossing toward her before she even finished speaking, and when he moved to stand behind her, he was almost jealous of the wisps of damp hair that kissed the nape of her neck. “Move your hands,” he said thickly, un- able to say more in case he’d tell her what he was truly thinking. 

As he bent his head a little to see the buttons, Quill was assailed by the scent of woman mixed with rosewater ris- ing from her warm skin. He fumbled a little as he set his fingers working against the fastenings, unable to resist dragging a little against the smooth skin of her back as one by one he pulled the bindings free. It was near impossible for him to breathe as he watched inch after inch of her gown part to reveal first the almost transparent fabric of her chemise, then neatly threaded laces of corset below. 

As if she sensed his hesitation, she said quietly, “That’s good enough. I think my gown bore the brunt of it.” 

The danger of the temptation she posed suddenly making its way into his brain, Quill pulled his hands back as if they’d been licked by flames. “I’ll go have a look at the fire,” he said pointedly as he turned his back to her and placed one hand against the wall beside the stone fireplace and gazed down into the actual flames below. 

Perhaps it would have been safer for them both if they’d pressed on to Beauchamp House, he reflected as he tried not to listen to the rustling of her clothes as she slipped out of them. It had been years since he’d felt the sort of uncontrolled desire that held him in its grip now. It was impossible to forget every luscious detail of her. From the smooth skin of her bare back to the flush in her cheeks. 

He’d also been cursed with a healthy imagination when it came to his carnal desires, which now unhelpfully flooded his mind with all the delicious ways in which two adults could put a rainy afternoon in close quarters to good use. 

“You may turn around now,” Ivy said finally, after several fraught minutes of him trying to think of everything but the woman undressing just feet away from him, and failing miserably. 

When he turned, he saw that the thick wool blanket that covered her was about as unflattering a garment as it could be. But even that did nothing to quell the effect of her loveliness on him. 

“You may sit beside me if you like,” she said tentatively, her green eyes perhaps seeing more of his discomfort than he was comfortable with. “There’s no other chair here, and 

it would be ridiculous for you to sit on the floor when there is a perfectly good seat here.”

His expression must have shown his skepticism as he looked pointedly at the empty place beside her on the small bed.

“Do not be missish, my lord,” she said, echoing his own words to her as they huddled beneath his greatcoat. “We are both sensible creatures. I can sit beside you without unleashing my base passions on you and offending your delicate sensibilities.”

Despite his misgivings, Quill bit back a laugh. “I believe that is supposed to be my line,” he said with a grin. “You must think me a poor figure of a man if you think I will collapse in a fit of the vapors.” As he spoke, he walked the few steps to the other side of the cottage and lowered himself gingerly to the cot beside her.

“Hardly that,” she said holding her blanket at the neck while extending her other hand toward the heat of the fire. “You looked so serious, I thought to relieve the tension a bit, that’s all.”

“You use humor like that frequently, don’t you?” he asked, unfastening the diamond stick pin from where it nestled in the now-crumpled folds of his cravat.

Before she could respond, he said, “Let’s use this to hold that,” holding up the pin.

Nodding, she shifted a little to face him, lifting her chin so that he could duck his head and see what he was doing as he stabbed the pin through the thick blanket. Pulling back a little, he looked up to find her green gaze lingering on his mouth. And unable to stop himself, he gave in to the temptation that had dogged him ever since they set out together that morning.

Pulling her against him, he covered Ivy’s mouth with his own, and kissed her.

Copyright © 2017 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press.

About The Author


Manda Collins is the author of The Lords of Anarchy series, which includes Good Earl Gone Bad and A Good Rake is Hard to Find, as well as several other Regency-set romances. She spent her teen years wishing she’d been born a couple of centuries earlier, preferably in the English countryside. Time travel being what it is, she resigned herself to life with electricity and indoor plumbing, and read lots of books. When she’s not writing, she’s helping other people use books, as an academic librarian.

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