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  • Hardcover: 502 pages
  • Publisher: Wheeler Publishing; Lrg edition (15 Aug. 2005)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1597220280
  • ISBN-13: 978-0739450413
  • Product Dimensions: 22.2 x 16 x 2.8 cm
  • Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (4 customer reviews)
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Sabrina Jeffries has written two dozen novels under the names Deborah Martin, Deborah Nicholas, and Sabrina Jeffries. She lives with her husband and son in North Carolina. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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Chapter One

Hertfordshire, May 1814

Discourage your charge from gossiping, but be

aware of all the latest on-dit yourself, so you can

separate the sheep from the wolves.


-- Miss Cicely Tremaine, The Ideal Chaperone

The carriage crested a hill and Lady Regina Tremaine gasped at her first glimpse of Castlemaine, nestled in one of the Chiltern hills' verdant valleys. The place lived up to its name gloriously. Despite its lack of a moat, it was the very picture of a Tudor castle with its battlements, parapets, and pointed gothic windows. How odd to find it plunked down here in Hertfordshire among the oxen and the barley, only twenty miles from London. It was like stumbling upon Camelot in the midst of Whitechapel.

"Interesting, isn't it?" said Cicely Tremaine, her spinster older cousin and chaperone.

"Fascinating." Though she'd expected something of the sort, after hearing Louisa wax rhapsodic over her home. "If it's not too gloomy on the inside. You know how dank and dark these old piles can be."

Shortly after, as a footman ushered them inside, she discovered that the place wasn't gloomy in the least. Yes, someone had gone a bit wild with the theme. Rumor had it that the previous viscount had spent a fortune overhauling the castle some twenty-five years ago; inspired by Walpole's Strawberry Hill, he'd turned the crumbling old building into a gothic masterpiece.

It had been finely done, however. The burnished dark woods and the ironwork gave an impression of strength. Despite the faded hues of the ancient tapestry hanging on one wall, the overall impression was of lush colors -- the rich gold-shot silk of the drapes and the vibrant reds and blues of the stained-glass window at the top of the magnificent mahogany staircase.

Cicely edged closer to her. "On the inside it's not quite what one expects."

"No." Regina knew Lord Draker was rich, but given his notorious reclusiveness, she'd expected sooty ceilings and cobwebs lurking beneath every chair -- not this immaculately clean foyer with its sparkling crystal chandelier and a Tintoretto painting that proclaimed the owner's wealth and taste.

But only to those who knew art. Either Lord Draker was more sophisticated than she'd realized, or he merely liked interesting pictures.

She hoped it was the latter. She had her best successes with shallow or simpleminded men; clever ones were a bother, although even they could be gotten round easily enough if she put her mind to it.

The butler approached, looking flustered. "Good morning, ladies. There must have been some mistake. Miss North is in London at present and -- "

"I'm not here to see Louisa," Regina said with a smile. "Would you kindly tell his lordship that Lady Regina Tremaine would like a word with him?"

The butler's face turned an interesting shade of purple. "H-His lordship?"

She raised one eyebrow. "This is Castlemaine, isn't it?"

"Certainly, my lady, but...well...you do mean that you wish to see the viscount, don't you? Lord Draker?"

"Of course."

"Marcus North, the sixth Viscount Draker."

"Yes, yes, that is the one," she said impatiently. "Have we come to the wrong house?"

"Perhaps this is a bad time," Cicely whispered, her pallor deepening.

"Nonsense." Regina offered the butler a cool smile. "Would you inform his lordship that I am here to see him?" She added archly, "If it's no trouble."

The butler colored again. "Of course not, my lady. Forgive me, but ladies rarely...that is, his lordship does not..." He trailed off weakly. "I will inform him of your arrival at once."

"Sweet heaven, what a servant!" Regina told Cicely, as he hurried up the main staircase. "You'd think his master was a troll from the way that fellow acts."

"They do call him the Dragon Viscount," Cicely said.

Regina glanced up at the Tintoretto portraying St. George slaying the dragon, the Draker coat of arms with its black dragon rampant, and the mahogany newel post with a coiled dragon atop it. "I can't imagine why," she said dryly.

Cicely followed her gaze. "Not just because of that. Why, I heard that only last year he reduced a bookseller in the Strand to tears over some moldy old book the man had promised to him, then sold to Lord Gibbons. And he actually struck one of His Highness's messengers last month."

"I also heard that Lord Maxwell keeps a goat in his bedchamber, but you don't see me sending someone to milk it. One mustn't let idle gossip govern one's actions."

"There's more than just rumor surrounding his lordship." Cicely breathed heavily, having her usual trouble with her weak lungs. "What about his treatment of his mother? Don't you remember the horrible claims Lady Draker made when she used to visit your parents?"

"I remember that Lady Draker had a knack for dramatic exaggeration. Besides, his lordship can hardly be as awful as she claimed and raise a sister as lovely as Louisa. Who, incidentally, says that her mother lied about her son's supposed mistreatment."

Cicely looked mutinous. "Miss North is probably too terrified of her brother to say anything else."

"She doesn't act terrified, I assure you. She seems to think he walks on water." Indeed, the incongruity between Louisa's and society's respective images of Lord Draker intrigued her. Even if she hadn't needed to pay this visit, she might have come just to determine his character. "That's why Louisa won't accept my brother's attentions without his lordship's permission. Because she respects Lord Draker's opinion."

"Yes, but -- "

"Shh," Regina interrupted. "Listen."

The butler's plaintive voice wafted down the stairs.

"B-But milord, what shall I tell them?"

"Tell them I'm indisposed," answered a deep male voice. "Tell them I'm in India. I don't care what the hell you tell them as long as you send them away."

"Yes, milord," came the butler's meek reply.

Regina scowled. So Lord Draker refused to let her have her say? Not if she could help it. Spotting the servant stairs down the hall, she started for them.

Cicely grabbed her by the arm. "What are you doing? You can't just -- "

"Stay here and keep the butler occupied." Regina shook off her cousin's weak grip. "I mean to speak with Lord Draker one way or the other."

"But, my dear -- "

Regina didn't stay for further reproaches. If his lordship thought she would drive twenty miles from London only to be put off like some importunate creditor, he was in for a surprise.

Upstairs in the lengthy hall, it took her only minutes to find -- after peeking inside the rooms behind every other massive oak door -- the one that must lead to his lordship's study. She hesitated just long enough to examine herself in a nearby mahogany-framed mirror. Cheeks pleasingly flushed from their drive, check. New Bourbon hat firmly in place, check. Matching lilac mantle that gaped open to reveal just a hint of bosom, check. Lord Draker did not stand a chance.

Before she could lose her nerve, she opened the door and swept inside, right into the dragon's cave. Except that it wasn't lined with blackened stones smelling of sulfur...but with gilded leather smelling of ink. Books. Thousands of books marched around the walls in varying shades of brown and dark blue, further proclaiming their owner's education and wealth.

The room was enormous, probably spanning the entire length of the house. How could a person own this many books, let alone read them?

Sweet heaven. She was in deep trouble now. Not only was the viscount probably a clever man, but a clever man with lots of knowledge at his fingertips. She brushed off that unsettling thought. He was a man, after all, and a bookish man at that, with little knowledge of society, current affairs...feminine wiles. Surely her usual charm and a flirtatious smile would suffice.

If she could find the dratted fellow. The library appeared to be empty. She closed the door behind her more loudly than she'd meant to, and a rich baritone voice wafted down to her from the heavens.

"I take it you got rid of Foxmoor's sister."

She jerked, then glanced up to see a ledge directly over her head. Moving farther into the room, she turned around and found the Dragon himself. He was up on a little gallery that ran along the near side of the high-ceilinged room and contained even more bookshelves. His impressively broad back was to her as he took down a volume and opened it with almost paternal care.

It was the only careful thing about him. Everything else was haphazard -- the raggedly trimmed hair that fell unfashionably below his collar, the dust-smeared fustian suit, and the scuffed boots.

And he was huge. No wonder everyone believed the rumor that he was actually Prinny's son. He certainly had Prinny's height and large frame, but without the corpulence that plagued His Highness.

The shaggy-haired giant returned his book to the shelf, then squatted to remove one lower down, giving her a view of his well-shaped behind and the impressive thigh muscles straining against the fabric of his ill-fitting trousers. Her mouth went dry. Even she could appreciate a fine male figure when she saw one.

"Well?" he asked. "Did Foxmoor's sister give you any trouble? I hear she's the troublesome sort."

The words jerked her back to the matter at hand. "No more troublesome than the average lady put off by a rude gentleman."

He stiffened, then rose to face her, and she sucked in a breath.

He was nothing like his rumored sire after all. For one thing, he wore an exceedingly unfashionable beard. His Highness would eat nails before he'd grow his whiskers that long. But the prince would certainly not mind having this man's body. A pugilist's meaty shoulders and burly chest tapered down to a surprisingly trim waist. Even his calves appeared to be well-turned, though his stockings...

She blinked and looked again. His stockings didn't match.

"Are you finished yet?" he snapped.

She jumped. "Finished what?"

"Looking me over."

Drat it, she hadn't meant to stare. She jerked her gaze up to his bushy beard. "You can't blame me for being curious. Few people ever get to see Castlemaine, much less its owner."

"There's a reason for that." He turned his back on her to restore his book to the shelf. "Now if you'll excuse me -- "

"I certainly will not. I wish to talk to you."

He removed another volume. "Like brother, like sister, I see. Can't take 'no' for an answer."

"Not when the 'no' comes without an explanation."

"I'm busy. That should be explanation enough."

"You're not busy; you're a coward."

He whirled to face her, his scowl raining dragonly fury down on her. "What did you call me?"

Excellent, Regina -- why not just slap his face with your glove?

But drat the man, he'd really roused her temper. "A coward. You're perfectly ready to slander my family to your sister, but heaven forbid you should state your objections to our faces."

A laugh echoed in the library. "You think you and your brother scare me?"

Her annoyance increased. "Simon said you refused to speak with him."

"He knows perfectly well why I prefer to communicate through the Iversleys. And if he insists on continuing to corrupt my sister -- "

"Corrupt!" she protested. "My brother would never corrupt anyone!"

" -- I'll be happy to meet with him in person." Lord Draker fixed her with his hard gaze. "So tell Foxmoor that sending his sister here won't soften me one whit."

"He doesn't even know I've come. I'm not here on his behalf. I'm here to argue for your sister."

She didn't miss the subtle gentling in his features. "Louisa sent you?"

"She said you would never listen to her, since she's so inexperienced in society. But she hoped you might listen to someone who knows it well enough to point out the advantages of an alliance between her and my brother." Especially since the Iversleys upheld Lord Draker's refusal to let Simon near the poor girl.

His face closed up. "Louisa was wrong. My mind is set."

"What possible objection could you have to Simon? He's one of the most eligible gentlemen in London."

"I'm sure he is," he said, with an impatient wave of his hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Regina was not used to being dismissed or ignored. And to have this...this beastly devil do so was beyond the pale. "I'm not leaving until I hear some reason for your objection. Because I certainly can't see a good one."

"You wouldn't." He swept his gaze from the tip of her lilac hat to the points of her expensive kid shoes, and she would have sworn she saw admiration flicker in his gaze. Until he added with a sneer, "Your sort never does."

She bristled. Tired of craning her neck up at this obnoxious creature, she approached the stair that led up to the gallery. "And what sort is that?"

"A wealthy lady of rank moving in the highest circles of society."

She began to mount the little stairs. If he wouldn't listen, she'd trap him on the gallery and make him listen. "Your sister is a wealthy lady of rank moving in the highest circles of society."

He scowled at her. "She's only there until she finds a decent husband. I want a better life for her than that of a society chit." He swept her with a contemptuous gaze. "The sort who spends her days dithering over what color ball gown to wear."

His blatant assumption stoked Regina's temper even higher. She stepped onto the gallery and walked toward him. "I suppose you'd rather she marry a bushy-faced hermit like you. Then she can spend her days listening to him rebuff all her visitors."

His lordship shot her a scalding look. Sweet heaven, he had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen -- a rich brandy brown, with long dusky lashes a shade darker than his hair.

A pity those eyes presently burned a hole through her skull. "Better that than spend it catering to Prinny and his ilk," he said.

The light dawned. "Oh, I see. You object to Simon because of his friendship with His Highness. You don't like your sister being around your father after you went to such great pains to throw the man out of here all those years ago."

"You're damned right I don't. And what's more -- " He broke off suddenly. His frown disappeared, only to be replaced by a suspicious crinkling at the corners of his gorgeous eyes. "You do realize you just called me a bastard."

"I did not!"

"In the eyes of the law, my father was the fifth Viscount Draker. And since you were clearly not referring to him..."

He had her there, drat him. Clever gentlemen were such a bother.

He went on smugly, "One would think a duke's daughter would know better than to throw salacious rumors about a man's parentage right in his face." He settled his hand on the gallery rail. "But then, we both know how thin is the facade of manners that your sort put so much stock in."

"Now see here, you overgrown oaf, I've had enough of your half-baked ideas about me and my 'sort.' " Pivoting on her heel, she headed back toward the little stair. "If you want to force Simon and Louisa to sneak around behind your back, then fine by me. Who cares if they're caught in some compromising position and tarred by scandal? I shall simply tell my brother to go right ahead setting up their secret meetings -- "

"Stop!" he roared.

She halted near the stairs, a smile playing over her face.

He came up behind her. "What the devil are you babbling about?"

"Oh, no, I shan't trouble you with it -- you're far too busy." She continued toward the stairs slowly -- very slowly. "Clearly I've taken up too much of your precious time already. So I'll be on my way."

She'd already reached the stairs when he grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. "Not until you tell me what's going on, damn you."

Fighting a smile, she removed his hand from her arm. "Are you sure you can spare the time?" she said sweetly. "I don't know if I should impose."

He marched forward, forcing her to back down the stairs. "Your hints about 'secret meetings' had better be more than the figment of your imagination. Because if you think some paltry trick will gain you my attention -- "

"Trick? Surely you don't think a woman who spends her time dithering over which gown to wear could trick a clever gentleman like you."

He swore under his breath.

Take that, you big lout. She was so busy congratulating herself that she didn't pay attention and missed a step. She stumbled and was about to tumble backwards to the floor when his lordship snagged her about the waist.

For a moment they stood frozen, with only his broad arm beneath her back preventing her from falling. Thank God he was strong.

And surprisingly clean, for all his mismatched stockings and rough looks. A heady scent of bay rum and soap wafted through her senses, making her wonder if he were not quite the oaf he seemed.

Then his eyes dropped to where her pelisse had fallen open to reveal her low-cut bodice, and his gaze lodged there as if stuck.

Men often stared at her breasts -- on occasion she'd even used that to her advantage. But for some reason, his staring unsettled her. He looked as if he wanted to devour them...and make her enjoy the devouring.

As her breasts pinkened beneath his gaze, she opened her mouth to rebuke him, then noticed the edge of the scar that crawled above his beard and onto his cheek. She'd heard he had a scar, but no one seemed to know how he'd received it or how bad it was. His heavy beard covered most of it, but the part that showed looked rather nasty.

He lifted his eyes to her face. Catching where her gaze was fixed, he scowled. "Watch your step, madam. You wouldn't want to go tumbling."

His thinly veiled threat sent a shiver along her spine. And what had he done to gain such an awful scar anyway? She shuddered to think.

Shifting her in his arms, he lifted her as if she weighed less than nothing and set her firmly on the floor two steps below, then descended to loom over her.

"Now, Lady Regina, you're going to explain exactly what you mean by my sister and secret meetings. Because you're not going anywhere until you do."

His low rumble of a voice sparked a peculiar quivering in her belly. Apparently, she'd awakened the sleeping dragon.

Now she must figure out what to do with him.

Copyright © 2005 by Deborah Gonzales --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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This has to be one of the worst books Sabrina Jeffries has ever written. The plot is very thin, going from one 'ton' event to another with no real mystery to it. There isn't a true antagonist in the story, making it a little less than exciting when the 'dark secret' is revealed to readers very early, her husband midway and the protagonist is 'suddenly cured' at the end. I only read the entire book because Jeffries' trilogies tend to require knowledge of the previous book and I feared I would miss something in case the others were worth reading. However, I felt it difficult to follow, mainly because it was just so boring, and at the end, I felt I wanted that time and money back. Oh well. On the other hand, I have fallen asleep much sooner each night due to this choice of reading, so not a total loss.
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5.0 out of 5 stars novel possesses everything for a good, satisfying read 27 Feb. 2005
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The second installment in The Royal Brotherhood series, "To Pleasure the Prince" proved to be a very absorbing and engaging read. The series revolves around the lives of three half-brothers, all illegitimate children of England's Prince of Wales, George. The brothers are, Alexander Black, the Earl of Iversley; Marcus North, the sixth Viscount Draker; and Gavin Byrne, a powerful man in his own right even if he's not an aristocrat -- and they are united in their desire to help each other, and in their deep dislike for their natural father, the Prince of Wales. The first book, "In the Prince's Bed" was Alexander's story; this one focuses of the Viscount Draker, known to one and all as the Dragon Viscount.

Having decided at a very young age that he has no time for the shallow company of his peers, Viscount Draker has spent much of his time at his ancestral estate, Castlemaine, taking care of his younger sister, Louisa, and of his estates. All this changes, however, when Louisa comes of age and is ready to make her debut into society. Fortunately, Draker can count on the support of his married half-brother Alexander to sponsor Louisa's debut and to keep and eye on her. For Draker's greatest fear is that his royal father will try and reestablish his relationship with Louisa in order to get to him (Draker, that is). And his fears are realised when he discovers that Louisa is being courted by the Duke of Foxmoor, an intimate of the Prince's. Determined to drag Louisa back to Castlemaine (and to shoot Foxmoor if he must), Draker is startled beyond anything when Foxmoor's beautiful sister, Lady Regina Tremaine, turns up at his doorstep, determined to plead her brother's and Louisa's case. Intrigued and beguiled by Lady Regina's beauty and courage, Draker agrees to allow Foxmoor to court Louisa if he can court Lady Regina. Picking up the gauntlet that Draker has thrown down, Lady Regina agrees. A young woman who has been "out" in society foe quite a few years now, Lady Regina is quite used to handling men, and is sure that she handle the blunt, ill humoured and angry Dragon Viscount, who is rumoured to be an uncultured lout. But in Draker's case, Lady Regina is beginning to fear that she has bitten off more than she can chew. However, as the two begin to spend more time with each other, each begins to discover facets in the other's character that indicates that they are more suitably matched that either had ever thought possible. But Draker suffers from an instinctual distrust of beautiful women, and Lady Regina hides a shameful secret that she can never share with anyone. With these two seemingly insurmountable obstacles it looks as if this courtship will go no where in spite of the powerful attraction each has for the other. And then there is the awful suspicion that Lady Regina is beginning to have, that Draker may have been correct about the motive behind Foxmoor's courtship of Louisa. With her loyalties severely tested, and with her dark secret to hide, Lady Regina isn't sure about what she should to do or to whom she should turn for help...

I enjoyed "To Pleasure the Prince" from beginning to end. It's one of those novels that snares your interest from the very first page -- a hero with a tortured past, a heroine with a secret, and the passionate and sensual romance that develops between them -- if you're looking for a Regency-era romance novel that is character driven and that has everything necessary for a good, engrossing read, you can't go very wrong with "To Pleasure the Prince." The pacing was even and well sustained; and the manner in which the author allowed the story to be told was well done as well. I liked the manner in which Sabrina Jeffries developed the romance between Draker and Regina -- she gave us a romance about two people who were not only passionately drawn to each other, but who also needed each other emotionally as well. Darker's and Regina's romance was not one of smooth sailings; it was full of ups and downs and mistakes that each makes before the cathartic ending when a happily-ever after ending is achieved. And it was emotionally fulfilling as a result. A well written novel (in spite of the many, many modern phrases), "To Pleasure the Prince" was a satisfying read from start to finish, and I'm eagerly looking forward to the next installment in the Royal Brotherhood.
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4.0 out of 5 stars A fun read, but save us from the undying metaphor! 4 Aug. 2005
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Altogether this was a fun read. Both main characters are likable. The wise and socially adept Lady Regina confronts the Dragon Viscount, Marcus, over his overprotective handling of younger sister Louisa. There is an immediate attraction, of course, this IS a romance novel followed by stolen kisses and stolen, well, other things. With the help of the supporting characters, you will enjoy following Marcus and Regina to settle their differences. Although, I have a minor complaint that such a psychologically minded paragon would see right through the gruff Marcus and fall for him, bad behavior entirely ignored. Minor problem, forget I complained.

The major problem is the metaphor. Ack! Not again! Every five pages the characters made some reference to Regina being called La Belle Dame Sans Merci and Marcus being called the Dragon Viscount. It ruined the love scenes when Regina every time makes some dragon comment. Oh, my big, strong dragon. I have tamed the dragon. Will you lock me in your dungeon, dragon? Burn me with your fiery breath? Then, Marcus, oh, lady, you really are without mercy to make me service you again. You siren. Over and over again. Just drop the metaphor. Please. Ms. Jeffries, have you no mercy?
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5.0 out of 5 stars Just wonderful... 2 Mar. 2005
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I probably can't say it any better than the other reviewers that have given this book 5 stars, but I had to at least second them. If you like the beauty-and-the-beast plotline, this is one of the best I have ever read. Marcus is terrifically gruff and stubborn and prideful, and Regina is equally well-written as a determined, spunky and compassionate woman who trusts her instincts when she sees beneath his armor to the caring man he truly is. Witty dialogue, intriguing secondary characters and scorching love scenes all mesh perfectly to make this one of Jefferies' most compelling novels. A definite keeper!
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5.0 out of 5 stars Suprisingly good 12 Jun. 2005
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I did not expect to actually like this book. I've tried a few of Sabrina Jeffries books, and never got into them. This is the second part of her Royal Brotherhood series, the first one being "In the Princes Bed". I own both of these, but read this one first, because the hero of this book is more dark and brooding, more to my tastes. Surprisingly, I read it in one setting. I'd never realized what a great storyteller that Sabrina Jeffries is, because I never actually put much effort into finishing her books.

This is the story of Marcus North, Viscount Draker, who is the bastard son of the Prince of Wales. He despises polite society because society shuns him for his birth and outspoken ways. This is not a man that rides on the coat tails of convention, but a man that marches to his own reclusive tune, despite all the horrible rumors that his mother spread about him years earlier. All he wants is to stay at his estate and to also keep his sister, Louisa, safe from the debauchery of Prinny's court.

In comes the beautiful Lady Regina Tremaine, who is determined to make Lord Draker understand that her brother, Simon, is truly interested in his sister and not just trying to acheive the status of Prime Minister by using her for Prinny's own scandalous reasons. Lord Draker agrees to let her brother court his sister as long as she will let him court her...but he doesn't really expect Regina to lower her popular status in society by showing up at balls with him on her arm. However, she does agree. Regina is drawn to his towering frame and finds herself very eager for his company.

There are a few of those awful misunderstandings that historical romances always have in abundance, but the witty repartee' between the hero and heroine make you forget that there are secrets being kept on both sides. The love scenes are hot,hot,hot!

There is one hilarious part in the book where Lord Draker walks into the ballroom with Regina and all eyes turned to him, a hush falling over the crowd. Lord Draker glowers at them all and growls, "I've come to devour the virgins...anyone care to tell me where they sit?" Oh, my, I actually laughed out loud, causing my husband who was watching his boxing on t.v. to look at me like I was insane. That made me laugh harder. I'm still giggling over some of the things that Lord Draker does in this book. Sabrina Jeffries makes a man who would be imposing and mean, become imposing and hilarious. I recommend this book to everyone who enjoys a great regency, really nothing to complain of here.
7 of 7 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars Palatable passion 28 Aug. 2005
By D. Lane - Published on Amazon.com
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Marcus was a perfect hero and Regina is just the match for him. I found the characters to be multi-dimensional and the author weaves a mystery into the story without slowing it down or interrupting the romantic flow. I loved that were too lost souls who found each other. They healed each others wounds. Marcus is handsome, sexy, intelligent, but embittered by life. I am always a sucker for stories with "heartless" heroes who find their souls through the love of a good woman. The dialogue that ensues between Marus and Regina is just fast paced and very enjoyable. The plot and characters seemed fresh, the pace was quick, and it was a totally engrossing read. This was an awfully good and original read! It was written with an amazing level of intensity and feeling that my heart was pumping furiously with palatable passion. This was just the kind of romance novel I love. Wonderful characters. Characters that seems real because they are not perfect-something most novels like this lack. I absolutely loved this book. The author has a great gift in her ability to develop characters. I must have laughed a hundred times and I absolutely couldn't put the book down until I was finished.
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