A classic tale of sensuous secrets and unanticipated passion,from the extraordinary New York Times bestselling authorThe toast of the town ...All London is at Julia Wentworth's feet-and anything she desires is hers for the asking. But the glamorous leading lady guards a shocking secret: a mystery husband whom she does not know, dares not mention ... and cannot love.For years Damon Savage has been searching for the stranger his parents wed him to without his consent, hoping to legally free himself from matrimony's invisible chains. And he is astonished to discover his "bride" is none other than the exquisite lady he'd hoped to make his mistress! But though his wife by law, Julia will never truly be Damon's-until he conquers her fears, his formidable rivals ... and her proud, passionate, and independent heart.
Married as children he was seven, and she was four Damon, the Marquess of Savage, and Julia Hargate have gone their separate ways. With Julia's dowry, Damon has become rich and powerful; and Julia, who never wanted Damon's title anyway, has transformed herself into Mrs. Jessica Wentworth, the most celebrated actress of Regency London (all men want her, and all women dream of being her). When the couple finally meet as adults and are clobbered by chemistry, Damon has to get used to loving a woman who won't give up her career, and Julia has to figure out how to integrate babies and greasepaint. The theatrical setting distinguishes Kleypas's sensuous formula romance, the first of a two-parter. (The second will be about brilliant actor-manager Logan Scott, "whose powerful yet vulnerable Hamlet was legendary.") (Oct.) -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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1 . Save yourself the trouble...
Posted March 10, 2010 by Sashapasha1 , SeattleThe story sets you up for a good intrigue but starts to leave you hanging about half way through. By the end, all you want to do is slap the heroine across the face for being dumb and kick the hero in the groin. Lord Savage falls into the classic (and in my opinion outdated) character genre of "overbearing and verbally, if not physically, abusive male protagonist who uses sex to manipulate the heroine."
Judith McNaught's Clayton Westmoreland was rated as the top WORST hero for these reasons and Lord Savage comes in a close second in my book. His constant jealousy and manipulation of Julia makes the romance between them completely unbelieveable for me and by the end of the book I'm frustrated and angry. His character "change" is not believable either. "Oop! We're married! I'll never be vicious again, sweetie!"
I liked that the story took place outside the usual setting of genteel society (mostly) and appreciated the theatrical setting, but in the end...that was all I liked. I have no plans to read the sequel. Pity, I usually like Lisa Kleypas; but in my opinion, this book just reinforces the weakness of the Scarlett O'Hara character that my generation has been dying to erase from modern romance. "As God as my witness, I shall never be a weakwilled heroine AGAIN!"
October 01, 1996
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Excerpt from Somewhere I'll Find You by Lisa Kleypas
She was late. Julia quickened her pace, trying to keep her skirts from dragging along the muddy ground, and at the same time shield her face from the persistent drizzle of cold autumn rain. If she didn't reach the Capital Theatre soon, her hair and clothes would be soaked. "My audition," she muttered despairingly, shouldering past the people on the broken, slippery sidewalk. A once-jaunty yellow feather drooped down from the brim of her small hat, and she pushed it back impatiently.
Today was one of the most important days of her life. If all went well, she might become part of the most successful acting company in England. However, if she failed to impress Logan Scott with her talents, she would have to return to the grimy little Daly Theatre in the Strand. The manager there, Mr. Bickerston, regarded the actresses as if they were prostitutes, turning a profit for himself by arranging for them to meet wealthy men. He was furious with Julia for refusing to associate with a lecherous old baron who had been willing to pay an exorbitant fee for the privilege of bedding her. "You'll obey my rules," Bickerston had spat at her, "or you're no longer in the company. The next time I find a man for you, you'll accept him or be damned!"
To make matters worse, Bickerston had a gambling problem, and he often couldn't pay the actors the full amount of their salaries. If Julia didn't make money soon, she wouldn't be able to afford the terrace room she had rented. And she couldn't resort to what the other actresses did, selling their sexual favors to supplement their income. For her that would never be a choice, even if she starved.
Julia sighed, her skin crawling at the thought of returning to the Strand. She had to find a better place to work. Tightening her grip on the damp sheaf of paper in her arms, she lowered her head and walked faster. All of a sudden she rammed into a hard object that nearly sent her sprawling backward. The stack of papers cascaded from her arms. Only a man's quick grab at her shoulders kept her from falling onto the muddy pavement.
"Are you all right, miss?" the man inquired, steadying her.
Julia bent to scoop up her sodden papers. To her dismay, the hem of her skirts dragged through a dirty puddle. "You should watch where you're going," she exclaimed.
"I might say the same to you, miss." The man's voice was as dry and rich as a glass of red wine. He helped her to retrieve the fallen papers, pausing to glance at them.
took them from him before he had the chance to read anything. "I'm on my way to an audition," she said crisply. "I'm very late." She began to walk past him, but he stopped her with a light touch on her shoulder.