Posing as Emmaline isn't a stretch for the newly arrived Lady Sedgwick, she's been conning gentry for years. But as the popular baron's wife, she now has the one thing that has eluded her - entree into London's inner circles. Against Alexander's better judgment, Emmaline is impossibly fixed in his life. And suddenly Emmaline is challenging him to be the husband she deserves.
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1 . Keeps you laughing
Posted February 16, 2010 by Dee , CanadaI'm a huge fan of Elizabeth Boyle but I believe this is probably my favorite book she has written. Her plots are intricate and fun. This book kept me laughing. "Emmaline" is a brilliant, audacious and downright priceless woman and I hated the book to end. An excellent read.
January 31, 2005
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Excerpt from Something About Emmaline by Elizabeth Boyle
For his first month home at Sedgwick Abbey, Alex found himself left in blessed solitude.
Instead of being there to greet him, his grandmother had decided to remain at her sister-in-law's estate for an additional month, most likely unable to leave until they had caught up on every bit of family gossip. Therefore, his summer began with no pestering talk of heirs, no lengthy discussions of Emmaline's continued ill health, just a continuation of his perfectly ordered life that Jack had the audacity to call "boring."
But eventually his grandmother had decided she could no longer leave him to his lonely exile and had returned home like a whirlwind, her herd of pugs trotting in her wake.
Genevieve Denford, Lady Sedgwick, had been born in France, and the sixty-odd years she'd been in England hadn't diminished her Gallic presence in the least.
His grandfather, another reluctant-to-be-wed Denford, had taken a trip to Paris in his late sixties and had brought home (to the horror of his own heir apparent) a French wife.
Given his grandmother's joie de vivre, Alex doubted his grandfather had stood a chance.
A lesson to all unmarried English gentlemen, he'd decided years ago. Never venture across the Channel.
Grandm ' re had greeted him merrily when he'd come in to breakfast and hadn't stopped talking since. "And imagine Imogene's shock when I told her ..." she was saying from her end of the table, where she sat encircled by her dogs.
It had been quiet without Grandm ' re, he mused as she barely paused between bites to regale him with tales of his great-aunt's grandchildren -- and, horrors, a few greatgrandchildren. Heirs abounded in Aunt Imogene's world, and he knew the next few months would see no end of hinting and prodding that he and Emmaline should be doing the same as well -- producing the next Sedgwick baron.