Series: Scandal and Scoundrel #1
Genres: Historical Romance
Source: ARC, Edelweiss
Also in this series: A Scot in the Dark, The Day of the Duchess
Also by this author: A Scot in the Dark, The Day of the Duchess, Wicked and the Wallflower, Brazen and the Beast
LADY SOPHIE'S SOCIETY SPLASH
The youngest of the infamous Talbot sisters scandalized society at the Liverpool Summer Soiree, striking her sister’s notoriously philandering husband and landing him backside-first in a goldfish pond. And we thought Sophie was the quiet one…
When she finds herself the target of very public aristocratic scorn, Sophie Talbot does what she must to escape the city and its judgment—she flees on the back of a carriage, vowing never to return to London…or to society. But the carriage isn’t saving her from ruin. It’s filled with it.
ROYAL ROGUE'S REIGN OF RAVISHMENT!
The Marquess of Eversley was espied descending a rose trellis—escaping an irate Earl and his once-future countess. No lady is safe from Eversley’s Engagement Ending Escapades!
Kingscote, the Marquess of Eversley, has never met a woman he couldn’t charm, a quality that results in a reputation far worse than the truth, a furious summons home, and a long, boring trip to the Scottish border. When King discovers stowaway Sophie, however, the trip becomes anything but boring.
WAR? OR MORE?
He thinks she’s trying to trick him into marriage. She wouldn’t have him if he were the last man on earth. But carriages bring close quarters, dark secrets, and unbearable temptation, and suddenly opposites are altogether too attractive…
The Rogue Not Taken
Recently, I decided to give historical romance another shot. I used to enjoy it-Judith McNaught, Nora Roberts, Jude Deveraux…but then I didn’t. And I have avoided it like the plague since college. Until The Rogue Not Taken by Sarah Maclean came into my life.
The Rogue Not Taken was the PERFECT book to get me back into historical romance. It was everything I remembered loving about the genre-witty banter (that is actually witty, no some college kids version of witty), steamy relations that don’t involve actual sex, and a heroine who isn’t happy with the status quo of society! Sophie and King were complex and dynamic characters who were well written and relatable. King was boorish enough to be a bit of a bad boy, but comes around in the end just like you knew he would. Sophie and her sisters drama with society is really interesting to read and it reminded me so much of tabloid papers today! I really enjoyed how much Sophie defended her sisters when she was really so different from them and their lifestyle!
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: I did tear up a bit!
- Trope: Fake Relationship
- Triggers: None
- Cliffhanger: No
- HEA: View Spoiler »Yes « Hide Spoiler
Ok, this is my first historical in a long time, so you guys tell me-What are some GREAT 5 star historical romances like The Rogue Not Taken??
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, baby daughter, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her at www.macleanspace.com
From The Rogue not Taken:
Intro from Sarah MacLean
Being shot on the Great North Road isn’t exactly a thing people expect to happen, and Lady Sophie Talbot finds herself in the rooms above The Warbling Wren pub, under the welcome care of a rather mad doctor and the watchful eye of the rather infuriating (and infuriatingly handsome) Kingscote, Marquess of Eversley. There are worse things, she supposes. Or are there? Not for King.)
“If you want a bath, you’ll have to accept my help,” he said.
She pursed her lips at that, her gaze settling longingly on the steaming bath. “You mustn’t look.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It might have been the most obvious lie he’d ever told.
Somehow, she believed it, nodding and throwing back the coverlet to step out of the bed. She came to her feet, the top of her head at his chin, and he resisted the urge to help her across the room. “How do you feel?” he asked, hearing the gravel in his words. He cleared his throat.
“As though I’ve been shot, I’d imagine.”
He raised a brow. “Clever. There’s food when you’ve bathed.” The words summoned a low growl from her, and her hands flew to her stomach. Her cheeks turned red, and he smiled. “I take it you are hungry.”
“It seems so,” she said.
“Food after the bath. And then sleep.”
She met his gaze. “You’re very domineering.”
“It’s a particular talent.”
“What with you being called King.”
“Name is destiny.”
She moved past him to the high copper bathtub. He resumed his place against the wall, arms crossed, watching her carefully as she reached down, her long fingers trailing in the hot water as she sighed her anticipation. The sound was like gunfire in the room—pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was delicious.
King stiffened. He was not interested in the lady’s pleasure.
If only someone would tell his body that.