Book review: The Italian's Rags-to-Riches Wife by Julia James

The backdrop: He's planning a bedding - but not a wedding...

Allesandro di Vincenzo is a connoisseur of women. A perfece male specimen, there's no woman he can't have - until Laura Stowe crosses his path, and he discovers there may be an exception to his rule...

There's no other word for Laura than...plain! What's more, she's poor as a church mouse, and hides behind her homely appearance to avoid getting close to any other human being - including Allesandro...

But her family connections mean that Laura unknowingly holds the key to the door of ultimate corporate power that Allesandro craves. So he must grit his teeth and charm this ugly duckling out of her shell and in between his sheets - where, like all his fleeting conquests before her, Laura will learn what it is to be a beautiful, desired swan...

Rating: * (Poor)

Detailed Review: Mirror, Mirror On the Wall? Who's the Shallowest of them all?

From the beginning to the end, the book is all about looks, looks, and looks. The hero is a perfect male specimen - a devastatingly handsome Italian who loves powerplay and women. The heroine is the unacknowledged daughter of an Italian philanderer who is hideously plain - in fact, in the words of the hero "ugly."

So what's the big deal? The big deal is that the book just keeps beating around the same bush in 186 pages. To wrap the story up - The hero is set to a task by the ageing chairman of his company to bring his late philanderer son's daughter to Italy.

The hero flies to Devon where he encounters a totally plain, homely girl with a bad temperament. The girl, of course, is not amused by the sudden overtures from the family, who till now, had ignored her existence.

But inside, she's stupefied by the Italian visitor's perfect male beauty.

The hero bribes her to come to Italy and she does.

The grandfather, thrilled by his long-lost granddaughter, bribes the hero to take her to Rome and show her around. The hero, irritated by this blackmail and openly embarassed to be seen with this ugly creature, takes her to a spa first so that some grooming might benefit her appearance.

Only, the miracle of miracles has happened, and the ugly duckling has turned into a swan.

Now, the hero couldn't take his eyes off her or his hands. And within 24 hours, he takes the now beautiful virgin to bed and introduces her to rapturous delights of sex. The girl is also amazed by her now "good looks" and is openly thrilled to be the part of the "beautiful, in crowd" and coveted by the "most handsome man."

So what goes wrong in this beautiful paradise? Well, nothing much to be honest. When there was never any character building in the first place, it seems a bit awkward that the girl would take in her mind to be upset about a deal made between her grandfather and her lover that in exchange of chairmanship, her lover would marry her. And she doubts it's all for money. What tripe!

However, a rule in Mills & Boon is that there has to be a conflict in the second to last chapter of a book. And the last chapter is always devoted to the making up scene between the couple. But the problem with the M&B is that they are brief. So unless there is a quick character building, it gets very boring and predictable (the usual staple diet) otherwise. I've read some very good M&B with some plain heroines (Lynne Graham is a very good example of an authoress who handles such stories well). But Julia James just keeps on harping and harping about the same issue. Pages and pages of this book are devoted to the utter miracle of turning an ugly duckling into a swan

A perverse thought about the entire shallow escapade. What about 20 years down the line? In my experience, good-looking men remain good-looking even at the ripe age of 60. And when they've endless money and power, there's no shortage of young, beautiful desirable women in their lives. So if the hero of a book is concerned about a woman only after she's shown her swan feathers, it makes me concerned about the longevity of the relationship.

Well enough said! I would say just ignore this book, or get it in a second--hand thrift shop or a library.

• The plot: Nice concept but poor treatment.


• The male lead: Shallow


• The female lead: Boring and spineless


• The supporting characters: Useless


• The hotness quotient: The act is there, but without sensuality. The soul is missing from the sex.

The best scene of the book: Toward the end of the book, I really started getting worried about finding a scene good enough to write in this section. Well, there was just one where I started to respect the heroine a little as she did not mistake her 6-7 days of affair into an everlasting commitment and was cool about it coming to an end. Sorry, to make it brief, but I didn't want to write about the endless monologue of the heroine talking again about her transformation.

'I'm sorry,' he told Laura, 'but I have to get back to Rome.'

As she got up and set about getting dressed, started to pack, she didn't make a fuss. She just got on with it. Accepting it. Not asking questions, either of him or herself.

They set off after breakfast, and all that Laura allowed herself was a single moment of simply drinking him in, outlined against the azure sea far below, as they sat eating breakfast on the sunlit terrace for the last time.

Remember this, was all she allowed herself to think.

And one other thing.

Just before they quit their room she suddenly put her hand on Allesandro's arm. He turned his head to look down at her.

'Allesandro, I just want to say thank you,' she said. 'For everything.'

Her eyes were wide and calm. Their message clear.

Then lightly, very lightly, she lifted her face to his and brushed his mouth, like a butterfly's wing.

Then she walked out and set off down the corridor to the lift.

They talked very little on the journey back to Rome. Laura knew why. There was nothing to say, that was all. She didn't feel emotional - she would not let herself. There was no point, and no reason to, either.

There was reason only to be glad, to be grateful. Glad beyond any measure she could think of that something so incredibly wonderful had happened to her---and grateful beyond measure to the man who had given her this wonderful, wonderful time, this fantastic gift.

The gift of beauty. The gift of womanhood. The gift of desire.

Three precious, precious gifts.

He had given them to her, bestowed them upon her, and they would, she knew, stay with her for ever. She had been allowed into the world that had never let her in before. Oh, it might take a lot of styling, a lot of beautifully designed clothes, a lot of personal grooming that she was not used to, but it could be done---and even without the luxury lifestyle that made it so easy she knew she would never allow herself to relapse into what she had been. A woman in angry exclusion from her womanhood.

Book review: He Loves Lucy by Susan Donovan

The backdrop: Most women would KILL to have round the clock access to personal trainer/demi-god Theo Redmond. But Lucy Cunningham's starting to wish she'd never laid eyes on him!


When marketing exec Lucy pitched the idea of a reality TV show in which Theo took a 'fitness-challenged' woman, and turned her from flabby to fabulous, she wasn't planning on being the star. But then, she reasons, she could stand to lose a few pounds, only not with the whole of Miami and gorgeous Theo watching. But then again for every pound she loses she gains big bucks...


As Lucy sweats her way into a whole new life, things start to heat up between her and Theo. But what can a chocoholic and a gym bunny possibly have in common? Or could Lucy and Theo be about to discover that appearances can be deceptive - and true love lies somewhere between pizza and Pilates?


Rating: **** (Excellent)


Detailed Review: Wonderful story of how two people get in a reality show for a cause and extra cash, how they deal with their attraction to each other, how they tap into their psyche to unleash the hidden demons, and how finally they settle for an happily-ever-after.


The latest trend in Hollywood is to turn hit chicklit books into successful movies or TV shows. Examples: The Devil Wears Prada, Sex and the City, Lipstick Jungle, He's not that into you, etc.

Well, this book is also a potential hit-maker if a smart producer is looking for one. All the ingredients are here: Weight issues, relationship issues, physically challenged children issues, family issues, love and sex issues, and image issues.



Lucy Cunningham is a successful, fat woman in her late 20's who works for the 'sickest boss in the world' in an advertising firm. She is harboring a deep, dark secret involving a high school football star, a one-night stand, a 'shame,' and media frenzy. For the last 10 years, she's trying to move on from that episode with the support of a therapist. One day she hits on the concept of a reality show where they enrol a fitness-challenged (read, fat) woman in a fitness and nutrition program with a hi-fi personal trainer.

• The goal: To lose 100 pounds in a year.
• The official reward: For every pound lost, the trainee and the trainer will get a thousand dollars.
• The trainer: Theo Redmond - the hottest fantasy of women (and some men) in Miami and way out of Lucy's league.
• What Lucy hopes to achieve?: Start her own business with the reward money. Lose a few pounds and gain some dignity and maybe a little love life.
• Challenges: Her unwarranted and downright XXX fantasies involving her trainer, Theo. Her boss's erratic, crazy behavior. Her insecurities regarding her image and other people's perception. Her craving for food when things start to go downhill.

Theo Redmond is too good to be true. Not only is he hot to look at, but he has brains and sensitivity to go with those devastating looks. He wants to be a medical doctor. After his parents were killed in an accident, he had to drop out mid-term to care for his 16-year old brother, Buddy, who is a Down Syndrome child.

• What Theo hopes to achieve?: Get back to the medical school and become a physiatrist (no confusion with psychiatrist!).
• Challenges: His growing attraction to Lucy. Caring for his brother. Juggling of three jobs. Studies. And oh yes! Nursing a broken heart after his fiancess for 5 years had dumped him for a much older, richer doctor. So he does not want to do relationships. Period! But when it comes to Lucy, his heart goes for a spin not to mention the nether points of his body because HE LOVES LUCY.

• The plot: Very interesting and sweet. Not much suspense though. You know what's gonna happen; the question is when and how.


• Lead characters: Lucy is amazing, delightful, and wonderful. Too bad, she doesn't believe in herself. It takes Theo's persverence to get her to lower her defenses. However, at times, I did feel her constant procrastination with her past is slowing the novel. Theo's character, on the other hand, is a well-rounded one. He's perfect, yet human, and he knows it and doesn't mind admitting to his faults. Simply fabulous!


• Supporting characters: Of all the characters, I really loved Buddy, Theo's brother suffering from Down syndrome. Also, Theo's friend Tyson Williams, another physical instructor who is hilarious with his self-proclaimed expertise on women and their issues. Makes some riveting moments!


• Hotness quotient: Hot! What makes the love scenes even more interesting that the authoress uses them to deal with Lucy's image problems, like, Lucy's refusal to strip all the way for Theo till the very last end because of low self-esteem.
  

The best scene of the book: How about a scorching kiss scene, right after those old demons start surfacing? Read on...

'You've got to talk to me, Luce.'

'Just don't touch me anymore, Theo.'

She turned away and began to cut across the oval infield of grass, arms swinging high as she took big strides toward her gym bag.

Theo arrived at her side - a polite distance away - and said nothing. After they walked for a few moments, he risked a sidelong glance, only to find her face contorted and streaked with tears.

'What in the hell is this about? Tell me!'

She shook her head and held up a hand. 'I'm sorry. That was completely ridiculous.'

He sighed. 'Look. We all have our hot buttons, and it seems I just hit one of yours. So tell me what's going on.'

There was no humor in Lucy's eyes or curve to her lips, which now formed a grimace. She turned away without comment.

He decided not to push. Like everything else about Lucy, he would have to discover it one little piece at a time.

'How about we just move on to the exercise ball?' Theo tried to sound cheerful. 'You're warmed up, and I've got a few new tricks up my sleeve I'd like to show you.'

She came to a halt, then stomped her feet in the grass in indignation. 'You want to keep going after I've had a complete mental breakdown?' She waved her arms in the air. 'All I want to do is go home and eat a large pepperoni with extra cheese and a box of Fiddle Faddle! I don't want to do my stupid tricks on your fucking big red exercise ball!'

'Lucy---' Theo somehow kept himself from brushing away the strand of hair swaying across her forehead. Then he restrained himself from taking her in his arms, holding her, and telling her everything would be all right. This woman baffled him. She made him laugh. She stirred up feelings in him that he had no business having. He didn't know how to handle this. He didn't know how to handle her.

So he said, 'Junk food isn't the way you deal with bad days anymore, remember?'

'Oh, fuck off!' Lucy leaned down, gripped the exercise ball in her arms, and threw it at him.

Theo caught the ball and stared at her. She was glistening and her hair was a mess and her breasts heaved from exertion and her lips were red and her eyes wild - and he suddenly needed to kiss her mouth hard, rip off her pink sweatpants, and throw her down on the dewy grass before the Wakeup Miami camera crew got here.

Theo felt himself go numb.

Lucy blew the hair out of her face. 'What is wrong with you?' she spit out. 'Why are you looking at me like that?'

Theo threw the ball down. 'I happen to be flipping out a bit myself today.'

Lucy let out a loud snort of a laugh. 'Oh, really? And what could possibly be bothering you? Did they discontinue your favorite brand of hair gel or something?'

Theo stared at her, letting her comment sink in. 'You don't think very much of me, do you?'

She sighed, 'You didn't deserve that.'

'Damn right, Cunningham.'

'Do you want to talk about it?' She bit her lip. 'Is everything OK with your brother? Your cat?'

Theo shook his head slowly, wondering once again if a hundred grand was worth the loss of his sanity. She insulted him. He lusted after her. There was something very wrong with that picture. 'My brother and cat are excellent. My hair is excellent, too.'

'Yeah. OK.' Lucy moved a little closer to him, trying to gauge his expression. 'I'm sorry, Theo. I can get real ugly with self-pity sometimes. But I'm a good listener. Let me make it up to you.'

She reached for his hand, and the soft touch of her fingers sent a bolt of awareness through him. This was nuts. It was almost like Lucy's outburst had opened something in him that he was now unable to close. Theo suddenly ached with desire for that fiery, passionate, angry woman he'd just seen revealed in all her glory.

He looked down at their joined hands. 'You said no touching.'

Her gray eyes searched his face. 'I take it back.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yeah. Now tell me - why are you having a bad day?'

Theo opened his fingers and entwined them with Lucy's. 'My ex stopped by to tell me she's engaged,' Theo said. 'She's marrying the middle-aged dude she dumped me for seven months ago. It took me off guard, I guess.'

Lucy took a step back. Someone actually dumped Theo Redmond? 'What a complete idiot!'

Theo shrugged. 'He's a jerk, but an extremely smart one, as it turns out.'

'No, I meant your ex-girlfriend! She's obviously not the brightest crayon in the box if she left you for someone else.'

Theo shot her a smile full of mischief that it stunned Lucy. She was suddenly burning up, and she knew it wasn't because she'd just run a mile for the first time in a decade. It was because Theo's smile acted like gasoline thrown on that secret little flame inside her, the one he'd ignited the day she met him.

He grabbed her other hand in his.

She had to be imagining this. Theo was holding both her hands in his, and it had nothing to do with adjusting her grip on a fitness machine. All she could think was, Don't blow it, Cunningham!

'I thought Gia Altamonte was your girlfriend at first. Did I ever tell you that?' Oh great - bring up the most gorgeous woman on the planet while he's holding your hands.

'Gia?' Theo's eyebrows shot high on his forehead. 'She's not exactly my type.'

'Of course. Homely creature that she is.'

Theo laughed a little and noticed how the exercise ball had come to a stop near Lucy's feet. He gave it a tap with his toe until it was directly behind her.

'Gia is a live wire, Lucy. She has the attention span of a gerbil. She's great, but I prefer my women a little more predictable. Besides, I don't date clients.'

'Why not?' He gave her a gentle nudge and Lucy found herself lowering her bottom onto the huge ball, Theo still holding her hands.

'Palm Club policy.'

'Of course.' Lucy bounced a few times, getting the feel of the weight of her body balanced on the curved surface, anchored by her widely spread feet. When she let go of Theo's hands, the ball felt like a life raft on choppy seas.

'Now it's your turn. Tell me what just happened back there.'

Lucy tried to get up from her perch but should have rearranged her legs first, because once her butt cleared the ball, her center of gravity pulled her backward. 'Uh-oh...'

Theo grabbed her, and in an instant she was standing in his arms, his nose up against hers and his lips not two microns away from her own. She feared her beating heart would punch a hole through her damp T-shirt.

Theo whispered, 'A kiss is not dating. Just so we're clear on that.' His lips brushed hers even as he spoke.

'Of course.' Her lips grazed his.

'I don't want to violate company policy.'

'Then just violate me.'

Theo pressed his mouth full against hers while he gripped her hard by the upper arms. Lucy closed her eyes and swayed. OK, perhaps she vaguely remembered kissing as a concept, but she'd never felt a kiss like this in her whole life.

His mouth seemed to know exactly what it wanted, and took it. Theo's kiss had a unique rhythm. Its own language. Theo's kiss was like visiting an exotic foreign land that she'd only seen in travel brochures. It felt so strange. So perfect. And she thought to herself, So this is a kiss.

Lucy felt herself sink into it, the heat and the connection and the soft, sweet questions Theo seemed to ask her. And at that instant, her answer to everything was, Hell yes.

Theo found it difficult to kiss and smile at the same time, but he found he had no choice with Lucy. He knew it would be like this. He knew she'd be soft and delicious and responsive and he'd get one taste of her and not be able to stop himself - so why had he started? Now all that mattered was that he feel every inch of her body, kiss her until they both couldn't breathe, until he knew her down to her very last secret.

His hands roamed around her back, down her sides, and they were just about to grab the full globes under those pink sweatpants when the camera crew pulled into the parking lot.

Book review: Sylvester by Georgette Heyer

The backdrop: Endowed with rank, wealth, and elegance, Sylvester, Duke of Salford, has decided to travel to Wiltshire to discover if the Hon Phoebe Marlowe will meet his exacting requirements for a bride. If he doesn't expect to meet a tongue-tied stripling in need of both manners and conduct, he is even more intrigued when his visit causes Phoebe to flee her home. They meet again on the road to London, where her carriage has come to grief in the snow. Yet Phoebe, already caught in one imbroglio, now knows she soon could be well deep in another...

Rating: ***** (Outstanding)

Detailed Review: This book is a masterpiece, a rare gem of novels, that always brings me a smile and more than one laugh. I wish some nice producer one day adapts this book to a television series. It would make a rousing romantic comedy, full of lively characters who jump from one outstanding situation to another.

They were two unlikely people.

Sylvester, Duke of Salford, has it all - looks, wealth, rank, and esteem. He is accomplished to a fault, proud and arrogant of his very being, and exacting in his requirements for his bride.

Phoebe Marlow is a motherless woebegone girl with neither countenance nor deportment. She is a fearless horsewoman, but trembles at unkind words from her stepmother. What she lacks in beauty or manners, she makes it up with her imagination and care for others. And she dreams for the day when she can leave her oppressing childhood home and breathe in her own small cottage and write novels.

They meet.

First, in a ball in London. For Sylvester, it was a forgettable experience when he has to do his duty by standing up for insipid debutantes. Phoebe Marlow is one such duty. For Phoebe, it was an unforgettable experience when the duke uninterestingly dances with her and then cuts her direct at Almack's. Such arrogance! And those wicked eyebrows! Lo and behold, Sylvester is cast as the villain, with a curiously odd name of Ugolino, in Phoebe's debut gothic romance novel.

Their second meeting. Sylvester wishes to marry to provide a companion to his mother and a heir. Although he has drawn a list of five beauties to choose one as his wife, he is intrigued by his mother's confession that in his childhood, she had betrothed him (as a prank) to her late friend's daughter. Phoebe Marlow is to be his intended. Sylvester, without realizing that he had an occasion to meet her before, decides to travel to Wiltshire to look her up as a prospect. Phoebe, chagrined to know from her stepmother, that the duke is going to offer for her decides to elope.

Their third meeting. Phoebe decides to go to London to seek shelter from her grandmother, the famed Lady Ingham. And helping her in this venture is her childhood best friend and neighbor, Thomas Orde. If only Thomas had not managed to overturn the curricle on the way and break his leg, and Sylvester glad at his escape from his regrettable trip had not decided to check up the absconding couple, Phoebe would not have the misfortune to ask help from the very duke she's running away from.

And this is how Phoebe and Sylvester start their romance - from the rustic inn in the snowed countryside, to the scandal-ridden society in London, to a sea-faring journey to France, and back.

Read it to enjoy it!

• The plot: Delightful. It's old wine in an old bottle, but the flavors are amazing.


• Lead characters: Sylvester and Phoebe are loveable. Totally wholesome and delightful.


• Supporting characters: Awesome! They just make up this pot-boiler even crazier and more fantastic; whether they are Sylvester and Phoebe's family members, or their near or distant friends, or total strangers like the innkeeper and her family, or even the French dog, Chien, who is unwittingly embroiled in a humorous incident involving shoe tassels.

• Hotness quotient: The book is more tender than hot. Forget about sex, there is lamentably only one kissing scene in the last paragraph. Sigh!
  

The best scene of the book: In any book, I'm able to figure out the best scenes, but it's hard over here. All the scenes are delightful, especially all the ones with Sylvester and Phoebe. Since the book lacks sexy/hot scenes, I tend to re-read those with Sylvester and Phoebe's tender moments. One such scene is written below, where Sylvester proposes to Phoebe, a botched attempt as you can see:

'Well?'

She turned her head towards the window, startled. She had never heard Sylvester speak so roughly, and wondered why he should do so.

'You may as well tell me. Your face has already informed me that it is not a pleasant missive.'

'No,' she said. 'She supposed me - when she wrote this - to have persuaded Tom to take me home. I think Muker must have encouraged her to think it, to be rid of me. She is very jealous of me. She may even have believed me to be running away with Tom. That - that was my fault.'

'Unnecessary to tell me that! You have a genius for bringing trouble upon yourself.'

She looked at him for a moment, hurt and surprise in her eyes, and then turned away, and walked over to the fire. It seemed so needlessly cruel, and so unlike him, to taunt her when he knew her to be distressed that she felt bewildered. It was certainly a taunt, but there had been no mockery in his voice, only anger. Why he should be angry, what she had done to revive his furious resentment, she could not imagine. She found it a little difficult to speak, but managed to say: 'I am afraid I have. I seem always to be tumbling into a scrape. Hoydenish, my mother-in-law was used to call me, and did her best to teach me prudence and propriety. I wish she had succeeded.'

'You are not alone in that wish!' he said savagely.

The harsh, angry voice was having its inevitable affect on her: she began to feel sick, inwardly shivering, and was obliged to sit down, digging her nails into the palms of her hands.

'You tumbled into a scrape as you are pleased to call it, when I first made your acquaintance!' he continued. 'It would be more correct to say that you flung yourself into it, just as you flung yourself aboard that ship! If you choose to behave like a hoyden it is your own affair, but that is never enough for you! You don't scruple to embroil others in your scrapes! Thomas has been a victim, I have been one - my God, have I not! - and now it is your grandmother! Does she cast you off? Do you think yourself hardly used? You have no one but yourself to thank for the ills you've brought on your own head!'

She listened to this tirade, rigid with shock, scarcely able to believe that it was Sylvester and not a stranger who hurled these bitter accusations at her. The thought flitted across her brain that he was deliberately feeding his wrath, but it was overborne by her own anger, which leaped from a tiny spark to a blaze.

He said suddenly, before she could speak: 'No - no! It's of no use! Sparrow, Sparrow!'

She hardly heard him. She said in a voice husky with passion: 'I have one other person to thank! It is yourself, my lord Duke! It was your arrogance that caused me to make you the model for my villain! But for you I should never have run away from my home! But for you no one need have known I was the author of that book! But for you I should not have flung myself aboard that schooner! You are the cause of every ill that has befallen me! You say I ill-used you: if I did you are wonderfully revenged, for you have ruined me!'

To her astonishment, and, indeed, indignation, he gave the oddest laugh.

As she glared at him he said in the strangest voice she had yet heard: 'Have I? Well - if that's so, I will make reparation! Will you do me the honour, Miss Marlow, of accepting my hand in marriage?'

Thus Sylvester, an accomplished flirt, making his first proposal.

Book review: Tall Tales and Wedding Veils by Jane Graves

The backdrop:

MARRY IN HASTE...

Accountant Heather Montgomery is a planner. So never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd run into sexy charmer Tony McCaffrey in Vegas, play lady luck, and celebrate his jackpot with a champagne-soaked night. And she certainly never expected to wake up the next morning married! How could this good girl pick a man whose fridge is empty and whose apartment is a disaster zone, yet still drives her so crazy with lust she can't see straight?

LUST AT LEISURE!

Quickly hitched and happily ditched, Tony can't wait to get back to his playboy ways. But when Heather's family is thrilled that their no-nonsense daughter is finally in love, he proposes a plan: stay married for a month to repay his good luck charm, even though she sterlizes his toothbrush and forbids anything between the sheets. But Heather is more than he bargained for---a sharp-witted, passionate woman who just might turn his near miss into wedded bliss!

Rating: ***** (Outstanding)

Detailed Review: Conscience is a major thing, if one listens to it. The star of this lovely book is conscience.

Heather Montgomery is a no-nonsense, plain-Jane accountant. She dreams of one day finding her safe and dependable man and leaves bad boys like Tony for other women and in her fantasies only. Too bad, she can't avoid a bridesmaid trip with her snotty cousin and her feather-headed girl friends to Las Vegas.

Tony McCaffrey is a typical bad boy who is a walking, talking fantasy of women. He plays the ground and loves his life; more so now when he's on the verge of realizing his dream of owning a bar and grill. He's twenty thousand dollars short of cash, which his friend has promised to loan him. Only now his friend has ditched him at the last moment and Tony decides to try Vegas as a last ditch-effort to win the much-needed cash.

Only he loses. Heather is also not having a great time. The only good point is that she found a ten dollar chip on the floor outside her room.

Tony and Heather bump into each other in elevators. Heather of course recognizes Tony back from Plano, Texas, and is not really surprised when Tony doesn't (she's not in his league of women, after all).

While waiting for elevators, Tony tells Heather about his need for twenty thousand dollars. And Heather convinces him to bet with the ten-dollar chip. They start winning, only Heather decides to go for a risky bet and loses it all. Now, comes the story of conscience-prickings:

1. Heather's conscience pricks when she realizes that her impulsive and hasty bet cost Tony his dream. So she has another go at slot machines with her ten-dollar chip and wins!

2. Tony is ecstatic and decides to celebrate with a smacking kiss, a limo ride, champagne, some heavy petting, and a marriage. Next morning, they wake up sober and decide to annul their regrettable marriage. But wait, a drunk, ecstatic Heather had called up her mother last night to inform on her wedding and all her family is now gathered at her parents' house to welcome the newly wed couple. Now, Tony's conscience pricks him to save Heather and her parents from a major embarassment and play 'house' for a month till her cousin is married.

Then, comes the path to mutual discovery and falling in love. The theme is cliched and has been experimented a lot of times. But the beauty is in its narration---smooth and full of humor---that one just sails to the last page.

• The plot: Cliched plot, excellent narration, superb pace, and funny dialogues. Well worth the money!
• Male and female leads: All women have a little Heather in them to some extent. And they all dream of Tony. Here's wishing for more Tony McCaffreys!
• Supporting characters: Heather's family is hilarious. Her best friend and confidante Alison who is into every pact with her since school, her mom Barbara who keeps dreaming of her daughter's marriage but can't do much about it, her aunt Bev who is bitchy and doesn't mind rubbing it in, her snotty cousin Regina who hides her insecurity behind her perfect looks, perfect fiancee, and barbed remarks, her father Fred who is an ex-police officer and a part-time hunter looking out for the welfare of his daughter. And Tony? Well, he's tight-lipped about his family. Though he didn't have a great childhood under his navy Commander father, his dad still manages to save the day.
• Hotness quotient: Hot. There are three chapters dedicated to their love making. And they are imaginative scenes full with emotions and fun. Yes, sex is fun! You've to read it to find how.

The best scene of the book: Tough choice. But hey, I did mention about sex scenes being fun! How about one of them here to motivate you into reading the book?

He pulled her to the bed, where he stretched out beside her and gave her a leisurely kiss, smoothing his hand over her abdomen. Then he moved his hand lower. Then lower still, until the heel of his hand was resting on her pubic bone. She tensed, holding her breath, and a moment later, he stroked his fingertips between her legs.

No!

She grabbed his hand, stilling it. He looked up, frowing. "What's the matter?"

"It..."

"What?"

"Tickles."

"Oh. Sorry."

He moved his hand to her thigh, caressing her there for a moment until she relaxed again, then moved his fingers back. He pressed them to her and rubbed in little circles, but it wasn't long before she gasped and clutched his hand again.

"Oh, God," she said. "I'm sorry. That still..."

"Tickles."

"Yeah."

"Maybe we'd better go about this differently."

"No. It'll be okay this time. Really. I'll concentrate. Do it again. Maybe harder or something."

He touched her again more firmly, this time kissing her deeply. Heather squeezed her eyes closed and bunched the sheet in her fist, but she couldn't help it. She squirmed away from him again, laughing this time. "Stop. Stop!"

He sat up, throwing his hands in the air. "These are my moves, Heather! They're supposed to leave you gasping for air! Begging for more! You're giving me a complex!"

She giggled.

"And now you're laughing. God." He turned and flopped down on his back. "Well, now you've done it. I am not in the mood anymore."

"Not in the mood?" She glanced down at the contradictory evidence between his legs. "Tony, somebody could shoot you dead and bury you six feet under, and you'd still be in the mood."

"That's residual. From the moment right before you attacked my performance."

She laughed. "Attacked your performance?"

"You know how big my ego is. And you just shot it to pieces. To pieces, Heather." He sighed dramatically. "I'll never be able to have sex again."

"Oh, you poor thing. Sure you will."

"No," he said sadly. "I won't. You've wounded me for life."

She gave him a sly smile. "What would it take for me to convince you that your sexuality isn't gone forever?"

He shrugged and turned away with a hurt expression.

She leaned in and whispered against his ear, "I have an idea."

He flicked his gaze back to her.

She sat up beside him. "What I want you to do first," she said, turning her hand from his shoulder to his wrist, "is put both of your hands behind your head. Beneath the pillow."

With exaggerated reluctance, he did as she said. "I don't know what good this is going to do."

"Oh, you'll see in a minute." She leaned in again, kissed him on the neck, and whispered, "Now, close your eyes."

His eyes drifted closed. She let her gaze drift down that beautiful body and back up again, watching it go rigid with anticipation. She rose to her knees, letting her hands hover over his chest...

And tickled his armpits.

His eyes sprang open. He yanked his arms from beneath the pillow and grabbed for her. Laughing, she squirmed away, but he caught her arm, pulled her back, and pinned her to the mattress.

"Why, you rotten, conniving little---"

"Tony! You're not attacking my performance, are you?"

"You're as crazy as I am. Don't you ever try to say you're not!"

"I am not crazy!" she said. "If I were crazy, I'd have tied you up and then tickled you."

"Now that's a hell of a good idea. Only you're going to be on the receiving end of it."

"Uh-oh. I'm out of here."

She tried to squirm away again, but he grabbed her and pulled her back. She squealed and started to laugh again, and then he was laughing, too, and then he was kissing her and they laughed some more, and then he extinguished the laughter completely with a long, slow, blistering kiss that melted the fight right out of her. The endorphin rush was almost more than she could bear. Tony was something she'd never imagined a man like him could be---sweet and kind and funny---and she wished she hadn't waited so long to be with him like this.

She pushed him to his back again, tracing her fingertip along his jaw. "How about if I do it for real this time?"

"I'm all yours, sweetheart."

As Tony lay back, Heather felt like a starving woman at a smorgasbord---she didn't know where to start first. But she had the feeling that whatever she did, wherever she kissed him, however she touched him, she couldnt' mess things up.

She explored his body in a way she'd never done with a man before, finding all kinds of places that elicited a groan here, a sigh there. With every kiss, every touch, his arousal seemed to grow. Soon she got up the nerve to close her hand around his penis, feeling the length and width of him.

"That's right, sweetheart," he said, his voice hot and breathy. "Touch me."

Book review: Simply Perfect by Mary Balogh

The backdrop: As headmistress of Miss Martin's School for Girls in Bath, Claudia Martin long ago resigned herself to a life without love. Until Joseph, Marquess of Attingsborough, arrives unannounced and tempts her to toss away a lifetime of propriety for an affair that can only lead to ruin, embarking on a plan of seduction that leaves them both yearning for more. But Claudia knows she has no place in Joseph's aristocratic world. And now that world is about to be rocked by a scandal...An arranged marriage, a secret that will shock the ton, and a man from Claudia's past conspire to drive the lovers apart. But Joseph is determined to make Claudia his at any cost---even if that means breaking every rule for a love that is everything he has ever wanted...

Rating: **** (Excellent)

Detailed Review: This book made me cry! Yes, the story was so poignant that it made me cry and laugh with it.

Claudia Martin is a 35-year old, plain spinster, who has devoted her life to establishing a good school for girls. Close to her heart are the charity girls, who have been left destitute by circumstances, but Claudia brings them to her school, gives them good education, and makes them strong and capable enough to charter their lives. She was in love once...but it was a lifetime ago. The love was cruelly spurned by a member of the arisotcaracy and Claudia still carries scars from that. She has resigned herself to be a woman who is neither beautiful nor sexual but she knows as an indvidual she can carve out a successful life, which she has done. Now, her school is charting out a sizeable profit, her students adore her, her staff loves her....what more does she want?

Enters Joseph, Marquess of Attingsborough, a man totally out of her league. A dashing, handsome son of an aging duke, charming to a fault, and sexy as the devil itself. Joseph is requested by Lady Whitleaf (his cousin of a cousin...), who was a former teacher in Claudia's school, to escort Claudia and her two charges to London. He has been to Bath to visit his parents and has no problem in agreeing to the request.

And then starts a tumultous summer in Claudia's life....

Contrary to her expectations, Claudia finds the marquess a knowledgeable, charming, and caring gentleman who has his own agenda in enquiring about his school. He is the doting father of a love child, Lizzie, who is blind and motherless. Both Joseph and Lizzie need Claudia in their lives.

Contrary to his expectations, Joseph finds the severe headmistress to be a woman of passion, intelligence, and love. He "dreams of love, of a family--- wife and children---which is as close and as dear to him as the beating of his own heart." Well, Claudia is the answer to his dreams.

But the path to heaven is paved with obstacles--- Claudia's ex-lover returns to claim her love, Joseph is engaged to be married to another lady---a member of his aristocratic world. And Lizzie? How would the ton react to a gentleman's open acceptance to his love child, forget about building a home with her?

The story reminds one of hope, finding love, and overcoming obstacles in the pursuit of happiness.

• The plot: Outstanding. The story involving a man, a woman, and a blind child will move you. However, I do believe that some procrastination is done toward the end of the book, especially when dealing with the other man and woman in Claudia and Joseph's lives.


• Male and female leads: What strikes me is how differently Ms Balogh has written the main characters the two books, which I've reviewed so far (Slightly Dangerous and Simply Love). Usually, most authors have their favorite types of characters. Except a few traits, more or less the main heros and heroines remain the same from story to story (even to the extent of their hair and eye colors:). Ms Balogh has captured Claudia and Joseph in a very different light from Christine and Wulfric. While Christine is a bubbling, happy personality, Claudia is a severe headmistress with less frivolity. While Wulfric is a deep, silent, and totally aristocratic character, Joseph is a doting father who is always ready with a smile.


• Supporting characters: You will fall in love with Lizzie. She will break you heart. The rest of the characters can be dealt without, but I guess Ms Balogh wanted to revisit as many as possible because this book is her last one in Miss Martin's School for Girls Quartet of novels.


• Hotness quotient: Hotter than Slightly Dangerous.

The best scene of the book: All the scenes with Lizzie are excellent. But my favorite is the following lovemaking scene between Joseph and Claudia:

"Claudia," he said, lifting his head a few inches from hers, "I want you to know that you are beautiful. You think you must be unlovely because circumstances once forced an essentially weak man to leave you and because you are now in your middle thirties and unmarried and a schoolteacher. You think it impossible that any man could find you sexually appealing any longer. You probably even tell yourself that last evening happened only because I guessed I would not be free today to pursue our relationship further. You are wrong on every count. I want you to know that you are incredibly beautiful---because you are the product of who you have been and become in over thirty years of living. You would not be as beautiful to me if you were younger, you see. And I want you to know that you are endlessly appealing sexually."

She gazed up at him.

"This appealing." He took one of her hands in his and spread it, palm in, against the bulge of his erection.

"Oh," she said.

"Endlessly appealing," he said.

Her hand slid to her lap, and he reached up both hands to remove all the pins from her hair. She was going to have to repair it later, she thought, without benefit of a brush or a mirror. But she would think of that later.

"It is a crime," he said, as her hair fell in heavy waves over her shoulders, "to dress this hair as ruthlessly as you do, Claudia." He took her hands in his and drew her to her feet. "You are not my dream woman. You are right about that. I could never have dreamed you, Claudia. I am in awe. I am humbled."

She gazed into his eyes to detect irony, or at least humor, there, but she could see neither. And then she could see nothing very clearly at all. She blinked away tears. And then he leaned closer and licked them away with his tongue before drawing her closer and kissing her deeply.

She was beautiful, she told herself as they undressed each other slowly, pausing frequently to caress or embrace each other. She was beautiful. She ran her palms over the muscles and light hairs of his chest after removing his evening coat and waistcoat, his elaborately tied neckcloth, and his shirt. And he moved his hands all over her before cupping her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, and then bending his head to take them, one at a time, into his mouth and suckling her so that raw desire stabbed downward into her womb and along her inner thighs.

She would not feel self-conscious or inadequate. She was beautiful.

And desirable.

And she was not the only one who was beautiful.

She twined her arms about his neck, pressed her full naked length against his, and found his mouth with her own. When his tongue pressed into her mouth she sighed. He was right, there were perfect moments even though they were both pulsing with need.

"I think," he said, drawing back his head to smile at her, "we had better make use of that bed. It will be more comfortable than the ground was last night."

"But narrower," she said.

"If we were planning to sleep, perhaps," he agreed, smiling at her in such a way that she felt her bare toes curl on the hard floor. "But we are not, are we? It is quite wide enough for our purpose."

He drew back the blankets, and she lay down on the sheet and lifted her arms to him.

"Come," she said.

He came down on top of her and she spread her legs and twined them about his. They were both ready. He kissed her and murmured low endearments against her ear. She kissed him back and twined her fingers in his thick hair. And then he slid his hands beneath her, she tilted herself to him, and he came inside her.

His size still shocked her. She inhaled slowly as she adjusted her position to allow him full access, and closed her inner muscles around him. There could surely be no lovelier feeling in the world.

Though perhaps there could. He withdrew from her and pressed deep again and repeated the action until she could feel his rhythm and match her own to it and revel in the sheer carnality of their coupling. There could be no lovelier feeling than this---both during the first few minutes of controlled pleasure and during the final minute of deeper, more urgent lovemaking as the climax neared.

And then it came---for both of them at exactly the same moment, and she opened to the outpouring of love and gave back in equal measure, and that was the loveliest feeling of all, though it was almost beyond feeling and well beyond rational thought or words.

She was beautiful.

She was desirable.

And finally...

Ah.

Finally she was simply woman.

Simply perfect.

Book review: Slightly Dangerous by Mary Balogh

The backdrop: Meet the Bedwyns --- six brothers and sisters --- men and women of passion and privilege, daring and sensibility... Enter their dazzling world of high society and breathtaking seduction... where each will seek love, fight temptation, and court scandal... and where Wulfric's story finally comes to life. Eldest son, head of the Bedwyn family, he is cool, arrogant, mysterious, and...

Slightly Danagerous

All of London is abuzz over the imminent arrival of Wulfric Bedwyn, the cold-as-ice Duke of Bewcastle, at the most glittering social event of the season. But on this dazzling afternoon, only one woman could capture his attention---and she was the only female in the room who wasn't even trying. Christine Derrick is intrigued by the handsome duke... all the more so when he invites her to become his mistress. What red-blooded woman wouldn't enjoy a tumble in the bedsheets with a consummate lover---with no questions asked. An independent beauty, Christine confounds Wulfric at every turn. Yet even as he vows to seduce her, something strange and wonderful is happening. Now for a man who thought he'd never lose his heart, nothing less than love will do...

Rating: ***** (Outstanding)

Detailed Review:

Wulfric Bedwyn, the Duke of Bewcastle, is as different from Christine Derrick, a 29-year old school teacher and a widow, as chalk and cheese. He's the wealthiest, loftiest, and haughtiest peer who has ice water flowing in his veins, while she's the humblest and most cheerful person to be found who does not mind laughing at herself.

Cut to Schofield Park in Gloucestershire:

A betrothal party which Wulfric accepts out of sheer boredom and Christine is made to accept to even out the numbers. A secret wager is proposed; the winner will be the young lady who can engage the Duke of Bewcastle for an hour. Someone bids of Christine. So she draws the attention of the duke. Only she needn't have tried. The duke already has his eyes (and his "hateful" quizzing glass) on the very improper Mrs. Derrick. She's someone who should be tolerated and avoided at all costs. However, what caught them unaware was the sexual attraction towards each other.

Wulfric propositions Christine to be his mistress. The proposal is rebuffed. Apologies are made and accepted. However, a passionate coupling during a ball makes them realise that their feelings may be deeper than they thought.

When Wulfric proposes a marriage, Christine rejects him again. Who would say yes to the following words? "I find myself unable to stop thinking about you. I have asked myself why I offered to make you my mistress rather than my wife and can find no satisfactory answer. There is no law to state that my position demands I marry a virgin or a lady who has not been previously married. There is no law that states that I must marry my social equal. And if your childless state after a marriage of several years denotes an inability to conceive, then that is no prohibitive impediment either. I have three younger brothers to succeed me, and one of them already has a son of his own."

And how could the proud Duke of Bewcastle forget these humiliating words of rejection? "Can you? A husband with a warm personality and human kindness and a sense of humor? Someone who loves people and children and frolicking and absurdity? Someone who is not obsessed with himself and his own consequence? Someone who is not ice to the very core? Someone with a heart? Someone to be a companion and friend and lover?"

Cut to London:

Wulfric and Christine cannot stop thinking about each other. They meet again in a wedding and Wulfric stars courting Christine in a dignified and ducal way, of course. He is her reluctant knight in shining armor, rescuing her from a persistent suitor and when she's dripping wet and cold after falling accidentally in the Serpentine while retrieving a lady's glove. Wulfric asks Christine to reconsider his proposal and see him as the man he is by accepting an invitation to Lindsey Hall, where his family is gathering and he's inviting her family just for her sake.

Cut to Lindsey Hall:

Wulfric and Christine fall in love. Beautiful dialogues, splendid settings, and soulful love. Added to the picture are amusing ancedotes by Duke's family members, exposure of the real "culprit" behind Christine's unfortunate past, and glance at Wulfric - the man behind the duke.

The book is splendid. It reminded me of "Pride and Prejudice." The verbal clashes, the inner battle, and the passion....Oh yes! The passion behind every deed and action. It's what a love story is about - raising above the petty perceptions based on outer appearance and recognizing, accepting, and loving the real selves. There are only two love scenes in the book, but they are enough. They give warmth to the story and move the story forward, rather than just making the book into a "soft porn," which historical romances are occasionally blamed to be.

• The plot: Fantastic. Not even a single word is out of place.
• Male and female leads: Wholesome. You will fall in love with Wulfric and Christine.
• Supporting characters: Sufficient. They do not hinder the story or deviate the focus from the main characters.
• Hotness quotient: Attention is paid to emotions, not lurid details behind the act.

The best scene of the book: Very hard to decide. In the end, I've written below one of my favorite, hilarious scenes. For the rest, please read the book:

"I am not attracted to you!" she cried.

"Are you not?" He raised one supercilious eyebrow and then his quizzing glass. "You have sexual relations, then, with every dancing partner who invites you to accompany him to a secluded spot?"

Fury blossomed in her. And it focused upon one object.

"That," she said, striding toward him, "is the outside of enough!"

She snatched the quizzing glass out of his nerveless hand, yanked the black ribbon off over his head, and sent the glass flying with one furious flick of her wrist.

They both watched it twirl upward in an impressively high arc, reach its zenith between two trees, and then begin its downward arc---which was never completed. The ribbon caught on a high twig and held there. The glass swung back and forth like a pendulum a mile off the ground---or so it seemed to Christine.

She was the first to speak.

"And this time," she said, "I am not going up for it."

"I am relieved to hear it, ma'am," he said, his voice sounding as frosty as she had ever heard it. "I would hate to have to carry you all the way to the house in another ruined dress."

She turned her head to glare at him.

"I am not attracted to you," she said. "And I am not promiscuous."

"I did not believe you were," he assured her. "That, in fact, was my very point."

"I daresay," she said, looking ruefully up at the quizzing glass, which was now swaying gently in the breeze, "you will raise an eyebrow when we return and an army of gardeners will rush out here to rescue it. You will not be able to raise your quizzing glass, will you? Though I daresay you have an endless supply of them."

"Eight," he said curtly. "I have eight of them---or will have when that particular one is back in my keeping." And he strode away from her.

For a moment Christine thought that she was being abandoned for her sins. But then she realized that he was headed for the old oak tree in puruit of his quizzing glass. He went up the tree as he had come down the slope from the wilderness walk---with ease and elegance. Her heart was in her mouth by the time he was high enough to reach for his glass, but it was too far from the trunk, and he had to sit on a branch and edge his way out toward it.

"Oh, do be careful!" Christine cried, and set both hands over her mouth.

"I always am." He unhooked the ribbon, dropped it and the glass for her to catch, and sat there looking at her. "Always. Except, it would seem, where you are concerned. If I were careful, I would stay here, just where I am, until you had returned safely to Gloucestershire. If I had been careful, I would have avoided you at Schofield Park as I would avoid the plague. Earlier this year I would have shut myself up inside Bedwyn House after Miss Magnus's wedding until I was sure you were at least fifty miles on your journey home. After one aborted plan to marry when I was twenty-four, I gave up all idea of marriage. I have not looked for a bride since then. If I had, she most certainly would not have been you. I would have been very careful to choose altogether more wisely. Indeed, you are the very antithesis of the woman I would have chosen."

Book review: Sins Of A Duke by Suzanne Enoch

The period: 1813


The backdrop: Sebastian Griffin, the Duke of Melbourne, has raised his younger siblings, seen to it that they made correct matches, and basically kept everyone in line. Seen as the most powerful man in England, Sebastian has a reputation for propriety and has maintained a scandal-free life. Until now.


Josefina Katarina Embry is a beauty, to be sure, but she claims to be the princess of a faraway country. While she dazzles the ton with her wit and charm, Sebastian suspects she's up to something. And he's determined to expose her...if only he wasn't so distracted by her brazen sensuality and the irresistible allure of her kiss. Sebastian knows an affair will lead them to scandal, but will the most powerful man in England risk all for a princess of dubious lineage...or will he allow a most sinful desire to rule his heart?



Rating: *** (Good)



Detailed Review:

Sebastian Griffin, the Duke of Melbourne, is the most powerful man in England, but very lonely. Four years ago, he lost his beloved wife to illness. Today, he has all the money in the world, more power than should be deserved, and the love and loyalty of his daughter and siblings. However, he's more alone than ever.
Enters Josefina Embry, the daughter of an ex-soldier of England and a Spanish lady. Josefina's father has been granted a million acres of coastal land in South America and he's the self-appointed king of that land. What he's looking for is the support of England's ruler, bank, and public to raise funds for inhabiting his land. The curiosity about the land grows with the rising popularity of the charming princess and people in England are clamouring to buy a piece of property in the "new paradise."
All very well, but Sebastian thinks it to be good to be true. He starts a bit of investigation and finds a plot of a huge fraud that could prove to be a major embrassment to the Royal family and disaster for England.

What else could the self-appointed guardian of England do, but expose the fraud? However, he's fallen hard for the spunky, fiesty, headstrong "princess," who challenges him at every turn, exasperates him with her demands and exploits, drives him crazy with lust, and fills his heart with tenderness. How he plays the knight, winning his love and saving his and her honor is what the story is all about.

Details:

• The plot: Original. A note at the back of the book mentions that the author was inspired by a real event that happened in 1823, when a master-schemer Sir Gregor MacGregor led a group of English settlers to a barren land in South America.
• Characters: The characters are believable, especially the female lead's family. Yes, they are not holier than thou. They know that they are plotting a fraud and yet they believe in their minds that the end justifies the means. It's not a very comfortable thought that the characters are not lily-white, but life is about shades of grey.
• The female lead: Josefina is wonderfully drawn, with true blend of spunk and charm. However, sometimes it's very hard to believe that a girl with her broad views on sexuality could really exist in 1813. Understandable that people plotted for power and money, and sex was just one of the tools they used. But if she had that views, then why remain virgin till she was 25 years? She enthusiastically participates in her "first experience" with Sebastian, saying she didn't want to "risk throwing away my...potential by falling into bed with a soldier or a tobacco farmer." Hmmm, not very convincing.
• The male lead: Sebastian, is a strong, silent man full of honor. I think his character could have been done better. He sometimes comes out too stuffy for my taste, but maybe the author wanted him to be seen in that light.
• Supporting characters: Too much. The story is a part of Griffin series and perhaps this book is the last, so the author has tried to pitch in as many previous characters as she could - brothers, sister, brother-in-law, sisters-in-law, daughter, and their families. Too many cooks spoil the broth.
• Hotness quotient: Sufficient but it's just sex. Not erotic. Good enough, not really toe curling.

The best scene of the book:

She slapped him.

Sebastian blinked, clenching his rising hands against the immediate instinct to retaliate. The blow stung, but of more concern was the responding roar from the onlookers in the Elkins ballroom. He looked directly into her dark brown eyes. "Never do that again," he murmured, curving his lips in a smile that felt more like a snarl.

"My father and your Regent made a very simple request of you," she snapped, no trace of the soft-spoken flirt of this afternoon in either her voice or her expression. "If you are incapable of meeting even such low expectations, I will see you relieved of your duties to Costa Habichuela immediately, before you can do any harm with your incompetence."

It took every ounce of his hard-earned self-control to remain standing there, unmoving. No one---no one---had ever spoken to him like that. As for hitting him... He clenched his jaw. "If you would care to accompany me off the dance floor," he said in a low voice, unable to stop the slight shake of his words, "I believe I can correct your misapprehension."

"My misapprehension? I, sir, am a royal princess. You are only a duke. And I am most displeased."

The circle of the audience that surrounded them drew closer, the ranks swelling until it seamed that now people were coming in off the streets to gawk. Sebastian drew a deep breath in through his nose. "Come with me," he repeated, no longer requesting, "and we will resolve our differences in a civilized manner."

"First you will apologize to me," the princess retorted, her chin lifting further.

All he needed to do was turn his back and walk away. The crowd would speculate, rumors would spread, but in the end his reputation and power would win the argument for him. As far as he was concerned, though, that would be cheating. And he wanted the victory here. He wanted her apology, her surrender, her mouth, her body. Slowly he straightened his fingers. "I apologize for upsetting you, Your Highness. Please join me in the library so we may converse." He reached for her wrist.

The princess drew back, turning her shoulder to him. "I did not give you permission to touch me."

At the moment he wanted to do so much more than touch her wrist. God. It was as though when she hit him, she'd seared his flesh down to the bone. "Then we are at an impasse," he returned, still keeping his voice low and even, not letting anyone see what coursed beneath his skin, "because I am not going to continue this conversation in the middle of a ballroom."

She looked directly into his eyes. Despite his anger, the analytical part of him noted that very few people ever met him straight on. Whatever she saw there, her expression eased a little. "Perhaps then instead of conversing, we should dance."