I have a fabulous, fantastic, giggle-worthy book that y’all NEED TO READ!
So here we go. My first review of 2016. I am going to change them up a bit. My reviews are going to be rated on a few important points. These may or may not be important to you, but I think they’re worth mentioning before I get into the premise (seen through my eyes) and my official review!
Genre: Romance (Contemporary)
Ratings (all 1[poor] to 5[excellent])
Heat Level: 2.5 – 3 stars out of 5
Giggle-Worthy Moments: 4.25
Swoon-Worthy Moments: 4
Ease of Read: 4.5
Hero/Heroine Likability: 5
**Hero/Heroine Likability from the beginning: 2
**this is only the rating in which you want the number to be low. I need to clarify on this novel in particular: Hero: 1 / Heroine: 5
Overall Score: 4.25 out of 5
This is a DEFINITE read for those who love their books in order to laugh, love and get frustrated when the characters don’t do what you want as soon as you wanted them to!!
The Rogue Not Taken is the first wonderful Sarah MacLean’s first novel in her ‘Scandal and Scoundrel’ series, and is a novel in which we are taken on a journey of epic proportions, all highlighted by the fabulous ‘Scandal and SCOUNDREL’ news rag. Think of the current celebrity magazines and how they tell us all the latest news – even if the news isn’t EXACTLY quite 100% true. You’ve got one in your mind? Good. Keep it there. This novel is written in the same format. The correct player may be named in the article, but the article itself? Well, news that isn’t scandalous doesn’t sell does it? Each chapter starts with what the magazine is reporting. Hilarity ensues. BUY THIS BOOK!
This is the story of one heroine who never sees herself as such and her desire to leave London and all of it’s aristocracy behind her. Her childhood revolved around a small town north of London in which she was decidedly not part of the Aristocracy and can run and love her own life without worrying about what anyone will think.
Lady Sophie, the youngest of the five Talbot daughters, who are the newest and most scandalous members of London Society in 1833 and known as “Dangerous Daughter’s” or the “Soiled S’s” (wow – talk about RUDE) was completely over and done with London when at the last garden party of the season, she found her brother-in-law (a Duke) ‘in flagrante delicto’ with someone other than her sister and had the nerve to call him out. Of course, her sister walked in on the scene, looking for Sophie. Since the Duke didn’t care if either Sophie or Seraphina (another Soiled S), his wife, caught him in the act, he told them to leave and her sister turned to go. Ummm, no. This was not going to be ok for Sophie. She berated him, calling him all manner of names (that I won’t repeat because the scene is simply too funny). She was considered disrespectful and rude for finally telling her ‘cad’ of a brother-in-law exactly what she thought of him which incensed him enough that he ended his dalliance early, which is when he tried to grab Sophie, whom you will find to be absolutely fantastic at running and not getting caught, evaded him, causing him embarrassment in front of all of London Society. Sophie then told him everything she thought of him and the London Aristocracy in general. Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that the party, made up entirely of the people that she just offended by talking terribly (while truthfully) about (really and truly talkin’ smack!), was watching Lady Sophie’s performance! No doubt she would be the cover story of the next day’s ‘Scandal and SCOUNDREL’, which, unfortunately for Sophie, is completely abhorrent, while her other sisters will more than likely be just fine! It’s at this time, with all of London Aristocracy watching her, that she decides to go back to her old life, the only problem was how to do so. She left then, the now most scandalous of the Soiled S, daughter of the Earl of Wight, left the talking and murmuring London ton behind.
Meanwhile, in an upstairs bedroom of a home not too far away from where Lady Sophie just gave the performance of a lifetime, where she is hiding, trying to decide her best route out of London and north to her childhood home, a Scoundrel in his own right, the Marquess of Eversley, a known ruiner of women and marriages, a cad who holds similar disdain for the London Aristocracy for very different reason, which will of course be revealed at a later date, drops his boots out of the window, along with a few other pieces of clothing. His friends call him King, a nickname that is part of his first name, and Lady Sophie can think of nothing more cutting to him and delightful to her to continually mock his name. This is their first of many, many encounters. Sophie asks him if she could please ride in his coach, once she found out that he was also heading north, and he denied her. It wouldn’t be the last time he denied her. She began heading north despite his denial, and he found her along the way, where he continually reminded himself that he, ‘King’ was not responsible for Lady Sophie, one of the ‘Dangerous Daughters’, and yet, he continually took care of her (swoooooon). Honestly, they found themselves along the way -who they were and who they wanted to be in life. Oh, and found that they loved detesting each other! I honestly can’t tell you how many times they narrowed their eyes at each other! Ha!
The love story in this novel has as many trip-ups and turns as the road on which they travel. In the end – it is absolutely worth everything this scandalous duo endure. I will admit that there were times where I would smack my forehead or find myself rolling my eyes at this pair. I wanted them to get together the first time they met, when she was almost downed by his boots. However, there wouldn’t have been a book in that case so I am thankful that they fight and fight and fight and fight their attraction…
It has been quite a while since I had the pleasure of reading a novel that was so refreshing, giggle-worthy. It’s also such a fresh of breath air and had a true honesty that can be missing from today’s contemporary romances. I say proper because this novel is written in the style of the Bronte sisters or Jane Austen – to an extent. I say to an extent because I am quite sure that neither the Bronte’s or Jane Austen would have some of these scenes in them (carriage ride in the dark? Yes, please!). MacLean kept the spirit of the late 1800 London Aristocracy true to all we believe it was and yet, didn’t bore me in the least. You see, I have a small confession ~ I’m not a big fan of historical romances and when I opened this novel to the first page, I thought I had found myself stuck with one.
I am more than happy, overjoyed, and excited to tell you that this is truly a contemporary romance set in the times of late 1890s England. This book has the perfect amount of humor, love, laughs and nail-biting remarks and moments that are simply heart-warming.
I will admit that I wish the book would’ve gotten to the actual love story a bit quicker, and yet I know that it would have been disinginuous to the story and the characters. The author, Sarah, weaves her magic and even when you think the love story is at it’s apex, she throws a curve-ball. I truly, really didn’t see the last few chapters coming, and I appreciate that curve-ball it very much.
OK, so here ya go: I highly and truly wish y’all would read this book. It’s funny, smart and is worth your time. The Rogue Not Taken should be taken home immediately and read through to the end in one sitting – it’s that good!
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Unfortunately, the carriage in which she stows away isn’t saving her from ruin. . . it’s filled with it.
(Being shot on the Great North Road isn’t exactly a thing people expect to happen, and Lady Sophie Talbot finds herself in the rooms above The Warbling Wren pub, under the welcome care of a rather mad doctor and the watchful eye of the rather infuriating (and infuriatingly handsome) Kingscote, Marquess of Eversley. There are worse things, she supposes. Or are there? Not for King.)
“If you want a bath, you’ll have to accept my help,” he said.
She pursed her lips at that, her gaze settling longingly on the steaming bath. “You mustn’t look.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It might have been the most obvious lie he’d ever told.
Somehow, she believed it, nodding and throwing back the coverlet to step out of the bed. She came to her feet, the top of her head at his chin, and he resisted the urge to help her across the room. “How do you feel?” he asked, hearing the gravel in his words. He cleared his throat.
“As though I’ve been shot, I’d imagine.”
He raised a brow. “Clever. There’s food when you’ve bathed.” The words summoned a low growl from her, and her hands flew to her stomach. Her cheeks turned red, and he smiled. “I take it you are hungry.”
“It seems so,” she said.
“Food after the bath. And then sleep.”
She met his gaze. “You’re very domineering.”
“It’s a particular talent.”
“What with you being called King.”
“Name is destiny.”
She moved past him to the high copper bathtub. He resumed his place against the wall, arms crossed, watching her carefully as she reached down, her long fingers trailing in the hot water as she sighed her anticipation. The sound was like gunfire in the room—pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was delicious.
King stiffened. He was not interested in the lady’s pleasure.
If only someone would tell his body that.
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