Genre: Adult Fiction (Historical Romance)
Date Published: November 25, 2014
Publisher: Self
She is the most powerful woman in Britain,
A queen of the London Underworld ...
But no one can ever know.
He is the only man smart enough to uncover the truth,
Putting all she has at risk . . .
Including her heart.
The fourth book in New York Times bestselling author Sarah MacLean’s incredible Rule of Scoundrels/Fallen Angels series. These four dark heroes will steal the hearts of their heroines and the readers alike! This is the last in the Rules of Scoundrels series—Chase’s story
By day, she is Lady Georgiana, sister to a Duke, ruined before her first season in the worst kind of scandal. But the truth is far more shocking—in London’s darkest corners, she is Chase, the mysterious, unknown founder of the city’s most legendary gaming hell. For years, her double identity has gone undiscovered . . . until now.
Brilliant, driven, handsome-as-sin Duncan West is intrigued by the beautiful, ruined woman who is somehow connected to a world of darkness and sin. He knows she is more than she seems and he vows to uncover all of Georgiana’s secrets, laying bare her past, threatening her present, and risking all she holds dear . . . including her heart.
Never Judge a Lady by Her Cover is the fourth book in the The Rules of Scoundrels by Sarah MacLean. If you haven't read the previous three books, then don't read any further. You really need to read them before you even look at this one. This is a wonderful series, so you won't regret it. We've met all the owners of The Fallen Angel, and up until now, we've learned all of their stories except for Chase's, the founder of The Fallen Angel. I always thought it was cute how he'd finagled with the relationships of the three other owners of the Fallen Angel, and I was looking forward to his story, but I certainly didn't think he was really a she. She wanted to provide the best possible future for her daughter, and by doing so she'd convinced herself she didn't want love. Even if she were a man, she didn't have me fooled(at least not when it came to the love issue). Anyone who put as much effort into other people's love lives, wants one of their own. I liked Duncan quite a bit. He was observant and very smart. Chase needs someone like him in her life, but he has secrets of his own, and as much as Chase wants to keep her daughter safe, Duncan wants to keep those close to him safe too. So, he too is denying himself love. They're a good pair, huh? My favorite parts of the story were when Chase was interacting with one or more of the other owners. They were hilarious. If you have Chase, Temple, Bourne, & Cross all in one room, you know it's going to be a good time.
Sarah MacLean writes the kind of stories that you can completely immerse yourself inside. While reading her books, it's like you're living them.
The ARC of Never Judge a Lady by Her Cover by Sarah MacLean was kindly provided to me by the Tasty Book Tours for review. The opinions are my own.
Sarah MacLean grew up in Rhode Island, obsessed with historical romance and bemoaning the fact that she was born far too late for her own season. Her love of all things historical helped to earn her degrees from Smith College and Harvard University before she finally set pen to paper and wrote her first book.
Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers.
To learn more about Sarah MacLean and her books, visit her website. You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
Sarah MacLean writes the kind of stories that you can completely immerse yourself inside. While reading her books, it's like you're living them.
The ARC of Never Judge a Lady by Her Cover by Sarah MacLean was kindly provided to me by the Tasty Book Tours for review. The opinions are my own.
The gown was pristine and white and designed for someone far more innocent than she. Far less scandalous. And that was before one knew what she had made of her life.
“I’ve seen you in a dress. This is ...” Temple paused, taking in the ensemble. He coughed a laugh. “Not like any dress I’ve ever seen you wear.” He paused, considering her further. “You’ve feathers exploding from your hair.”
Georgiana gritted her teeth. “I’m told it’s the height of fashion.”
“You look ridiculous.”
As though she didn’t know it. As though she didn’t feel it. “Your charm knows no bounds.”
He grinned. “I wouldn’t like you to get too full of yourself.”
There was no chance of that. Not here, surrounded by the enemy. “Don’t you have a wife to entertain?”
His dark gaze flickered past her to settle on a gleaming auburn head at the center of the ballroom. “Your brother is dancing with her. As he is lending his reputation to her, I thought I might do the same for his sister.”
She turned to him in disbelief. “Your reputation.”
Mere months earlier, Temple had been known as the Killer Duke, thought to have murdered his future stepmother in a fit of passion on the eve of her wedding. Society had welcomed him back into the fold only once the accusation had been proven false and he’d married the woman he was to have killed—a scandal in her own right. But he remained as much a scandal as a duke could be, as he’d spent years first on the streets and then in the ring at The Fallen Angel as a bare-knuckle boxer.
While Temple might carry the title of duke, his reputation was tarnished at best—the opposite of her brother’s. Simon had been perfectly bred for this world; his dancing with the Duchess of Lamont would go miles toward restoring her name and, indeed, the name of Temple’s dukedom.
“Your reputation might do more damage to me than good.”
“I’ve seen you in a dress. This is ...” Temple paused, taking in the ensemble. He coughed a laugh. “Not like any dress I’ve ever seen you wear.” He paused, considering her further. “You’ve feathers exploding from your hair.”
Georgiana gritted her teeth. “I’m told it’s the height of fashion.”
“You look ridiculous.”
As though she didn’t know it. As though she didn’t feel it. “Your charm knows no bounds.”
He grinned. “I wouldn’t like you to get too full of yourself.”
There was no chance of that. Not here, surrounded by the enemy. “Don’t you have a wife to entertain?”
His dark gaze flickered past her to settle on a gleaming auburn head at the center of the ballroom. “Your brother is dancing with her. As he is lending his reputation to her, I thought I might do the same for his sister.”
She turned to him in disbelief. “Your reputation.”
Mere months earlier, Temple had been known as the Killer Duke, thought to have murdered his future stepmother in a fit of passion on the eve of her wedding. Society had welcomed him back into the fold only once the accusation had been proven false and he’d married the woman he was to have killed—a scandal in her own right. But he remained as much a scandal as a duke could be, as he’d spent years first on the streets and then in the ring at The Fallen Angel as a bare-knuckle boxer.
While Temple might carry the title of duke, his reputation was tarnished at best—the opposite of her brother’s. Simon had been perfectly bred for this world; his dancing with the Duchess of Lamont would go miles toward restoring her name and, indeed, the name of Temple’s dukedom.
“Your reputation might do more damage to me than good.”
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Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers.
To learn more about Sarah MacLean and her books, visit her website. You can also find her on Goodreads, Facebook, and Twitter.
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ReplyDeleteI've been wanting to read Sarah's books for a while now - such lovely covers, and the stories all sound awesome! Top it off with your fab review, and I want to read now! :)
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