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Full of laugh out loud situations and charming characters, Lynsay Sands historical romance have kept us highly entertained. For fans of Katie MacAlister and the early Johanna Lindsey novels. Be warned – spontaneous unstoppable laughter ahead so be careful on the train!
He’s been warned that Lady Clarissa Crambray is dangerous. Stomping on toes and burning piffles, the chestnut-haired beauty is clearly a force with which to be reckoned. But for Adrian Montfort, Earl of Mowbray, this is just the challenge he needs. He can handle one woman and her “unfortunate past.” Can any woman handle him? Lady Clarissa Crambray wants a husband, but maybe not as much as her stepmother wants one for her. Doffing her spectacles might make a girl prettier, but how will she see? Yet, as all other suitors seem to shy away in terror, there comes a man to lead her to the dance floor. A dark, handsome blur of a man.
Ever wandered what we are like without our glasses on – how many of you, dear reader, can sympathise with poor Clarissa? Take this scene:
“Refrain from squinting, please.”
Despite the inclusion of the word 'please', it was not a request, but an order, and one Clarissa was heartily sick of hearing her stepmother give. If the woman would simply allow her to wear her spectacles, she would have no need to squint. She would also not be constantly bumping into things and people. But no, of course, she must not wear her spectacles. That would put off suitors.
As if her clumsiness did not, Clarissa thought wearily, and grimaced inwardly over some of the little 'accidents' she’d had since arriving in London. Aside from upending tea trays and missing tables with her plates, she’d taken a terrible tumble down the stairs. Fortunately, she hadn’t hurt herself over much, suffering bruises and stiffness, but nothing broken. Then there was the little incident of falling out in front of a moving carriage, not to mention her having set Lord Prudhomme's wig on fire….
“Ah, well, I am not quite as blind as a bat. I can see with spectacles. But, my stepmother has taken them away.” She threw a dry smile in the general direction of his blurry shape and then shrugged. “Lydia seems to think that I will have more luck setting a fire in some suitable man's heart without them. Though the only thing as yet that I have set fire to is Lord Prudhomme's wig.”
“Excuse me?” he asked with amazement. “Prudhomme's wig?”
“Hmm.” She leaned back in her chair and actually managed to chuckle at the memory. “Yes. Though if you ask me, ‘twas not wholly my fault. The man knew that I could not see without my spectacles. Why the deuce he asked me to move the candle closer is beyond me.” Clarissa paused to squint in her companion’s general direction. “He is bald as a cue ball without his wig, is he not?” |
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