Award-winning author Jillian Hunter pens a delightful romp of passion and tantalizing trickery proving all is fair in matters of love.It would have been the wedding of the year-had the groom, Sir Nigel Boscastle, bothered to put in an appearance. To the shock of her distinguished guests, the respectable Lady Jane Welsham is left humiliated at the altar. Yet truth be told, although outwardly ruined she is elated to have escaped marriage to a man she does not love.
The first in Hunter's new Regency trilogy focusing on the Boscastle family opens with beautiful bride Lady Jane Welsham left at the altar. The rakish Grayson Boscastle, who's both marquess of Sedgecroft and cousin of the groom, decides that as head of the family, he should redeem Jane's reputation. Sedgecroft won't take no for an answer, even when Jane emphatically refuses, so the couple embark on a round of social events that cements Jane's standing and sparks a romance between the unlikely pair. But Jane fears Sedgecroft's reaction when he learns her secret: the jilting was a sham fabricated with the groom, who wished to marry another. Telling himself he needs to teach her a
lesson, Sedgecroft pretends to set Jane up as his mistress, even while he secretly plans to marry her. Dispirited by his dishonorable intentions, Jane still rushes into seduction. Readers may wonder why Jane bothers, as Sedgecroft regularly leaps over the line between alpha-male hero and egotistical bully. Hopefully, the next volume (The Love Affair of an English Lord, due out in June 2005) will feature a hero who understands that real love doesn't involve emotional ill-treatment and a heroine who won't accept anything less. Agent, Andrea Cirillo at the Jane Rotrosen Agency. (May)
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1 . Good Soap
Posted November 10, 2009 by Jay , FPOThe story begins with a good scandal and just gets better through out. I could hardly put the book down. It gives you a great reference to the other characters in the story without taking from the story.
2 . Seduction of an English Scoundrel
Posted January 25, 2007 by mbgyulay , Milwaukee, WIAll the books in this series are terrible Regency romances. The language is modern. They act like modern people. The history is bad. Even the writing about sex is bad. Do not waste your money. Jillian Hunter would have been better off writing modern romances where the heroine likes dressing up in corsets
April 25, 2005
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Excerpt from The Seduction of an English Scoundrel by Jillian Hunter
London, England 1814
The Boscastle-Welsham marriage would have been the wedding of the year if the groom had bothered to put in an appearance. Sir Nigel Boscastle was so noticeably absent from his own nuptials that the bride's father had been forced to walk the long-suffering Lady Jane to the altar where, surrounded by a cluster of distraught bridesmaids, the wedding party minus the bridegroom waited. And waited.
I shall deal with the corkbrain after the ceremony, the distinguished seventh Earl of Belshire muttered as his daughter stood with her back to their bewildered guests. The idiot will be late to his own funeral.
After several minutes of confusion, the minister and bride's parents decided that perhaps until the bridegroom arrived, Jane's older brother, Simon, Viscount Tarleton, should stand in as temporary proxy. And so brother and abandoned bride stood. And stood.
At first no one doubted that Nigel would eventually show up to rescue Jane from this embarrassment. If, as one guest in the third pew remarked, he remembered what day it was.
After all, Sir Nigel was hardly known about town for his towering intellect, although his generosity had earned him a loyal following of friends.
The bride-to-be had not wished to be married at the popular St. George's Church in Hanover Square. A respectable young lady never previously involved in scandal, she avoided fussy affairs as a rule. Yet today the haut ton were crammed to capacity inside the private chapel of the Marquess of Sedgecroft's Park Lane mansion. To witness a wedding that apparently would not take place.
Lady Jane Welsham, the guests agreed, resembled a royal princess. She positively glowed in an eggshell white satin dress worn over an ivory tissue underbodice. The scalloped hem of the dress foamed daintily around her pearl-seeded slippers. A flowing veil of Honiton lace framed her face, casting in shadow whatever emotion it revealed, to the disappointment of her enrapt audience.
The bouquet of white rosebuds she held glistened from a double-dipping in gilt. White kidskin gloves encased her slender hands, hands that remained remarkably steady considering that their owner was undergoing one of the worst humiliations in a young woman's life. To be abandoned at the altar.
What could have happened?
Everyone in London knew that the parents of both parties had been planning this wedding since Jane and Nigel had toddled about the nursery in nappies. The Society papers had remarked more than once that rarely had a betrothed couple seemed so compatible.
What had gone wrong?
The bride's sister Lady Caroline bitterly remarked, Those flowers will have dried into a sachet if Nigel takes any longer. I shall strangle him for this.
Her younger sister, Lady Miranda, shook her head in sympathy. Poor Nigel. Do you think he might have gotten lost? Jane did say he required a map to find his carriage.
Caroline's golden-brown eyes narrowed in contemplation. She's holding up well under the humiliation, isn't she?
Would you expect less of a Welsham? Miranda whispered back.
I don't know, Caroline replied, but I daresay that such bad behavior is probably typical of the Boscastle male. For all his gentle ways, Nigel did descend from one of the most notorious bloodlines in England. Just look at our host Sedgecroft over there, lounging like the lord of lions in his pew with his ladybirds around him.