After the death of her dear father, Georgiana Hartley returns home to England-only to be confronted by the boorish advances of her wretched cousin. Knowing no one, she flees to Dominic Ridgely's estate, hoping the nobleman will bestow a neighborly kindness upon her.The haughty viscount hears Georgiana's plea to find her a position as a lady's companion with thinly veiled disgust. A lovely innocent such as Miss Hartley subjected to that base existence? The very idea was preposterous. Instead, he takes matters into his own hands and introduces her to his sister's influence.Suddenly, Georgiana is transformed into a lady who charms the ton with ease and draws a bevy of suitors at every turn. Everything is unfolding according to Dominic's plan... until he realizes that he desires Georgiana for his own.
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1 . Will no longer by titles by this author
Posted December 23, 2010 by Angel , TampaI used to love books by this author - but progressively, her newer books have been becoming more tedious to read. This book I was not able to even finish. I finish almost every book I start, no matter how awful I find it.
There was barely any pretense of a plot to start with and the characters were horrid. The female had no personality to call her own - and the male lead was nothing but an egotistical manipulator. Even when in the midst of what should have been true romantic inner thoughts, all he could do was coldly calculate how to twist the female character to do and be what he wanted - which he was very sure he could do (and he did - it would have required personality and intelligence on the female lead to ever put up any protest). Never once did I get the impression that either of these shells of people could ever care for each other. The female mindlessly lusted for the male lead. The male lead couldn't have cared less about the female, and it showed through as equally mindless infatuated lust.
I didn't like the last few books I'd bought from Laurens but figured maybe it was just a blip. Anyone who writes prolifically eventually lets a bad book slip through - but this is the third one, and just seems to be on a downward spiral of intolerable crap. Having once read this author quite avidly - I will say now that I am done buying and reading her new releases.
October 31, 2010
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Excerpt from Impetuous Innocent by Stephanie Laurens
"Georgie? Georgie! Open this door! Aw--c'mon, Georgie. Jus' a bit of a kiss an' cuddle. D'you hear me, Georgie? Lemme in!"
Georgiana Hartley sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, fully clothed, a small, slight figure in the huge four-poster. The flickering light of a single candle gleamed on her guinea-gold curls, still dressed in an elegant knot. Her large hazel eyes, fixed on the door of her chamber, held an expression of annoyance; her soft lips were compressed into a disapproving line. Charles was becoming a definite boor.
It was her seventh night in England, her fourth at the Place, seat of her forefathers and home of her cousin Charles. And it was the third night she had had to seek the safety of her bedchamber at a ridiculously early hour, to avoid Charles's drink-driven importunities.
She had done it again.
Pulling a pillow across her lap, and wrinkling her nose at the musty smell that arose when she settled her elbows on it, Georgiana berated herself, for what was certainly not the first time and would undoubtedly not be the last, for her apparently innate impulsiveness. It had been that alone which had driven her to leave the sunny climes of the Italian coast and return to the land of her birth. Still, on her father's death, it had seemed the most sensible course. With a deep sigh she dropped her chin on to her hands, keeping her eyes trained on the door. All was quiet, but she knew Charles was still there, just outside, hoping she might be silly enough to try to slip out.
James Hartley, painter and vivant, had left his only child to the guardianship of his only brother, her uncle Ernest. Uncle Ernest had lived at the Place. Unfortunately, he had died one month before his brother. Georgiana sniffed. Doubtless she should feel something for her uncle, but it was hard to feel grief on the death of someone you had never met--particularly when still coping with a far more shattering loss. And particularly when circumstances had conspired to land her in Charles's lap. For the news of her uncle's death had not reached James Hartley's Italian solicitors in time to stop her instinctive flight from the beauties of Ravello, her home for the last twelve years, now filled with too many painful memories. She had arrived at the Place to find Charles--Uncle Ernest's son, and a stranger to her--in possession.
The solid oak door rattled and jumped in its frame. Georgiana eyed it with increasing concern. The worn lock and the old iron hinges were all that stood between her and her drink-sodden cousin.
"Aw, Georgie, don' be a prude. You'll like't, I promise. Just a bit o' fun." A loud hiccup reached Georgiana's ears. "It's all right. You know I'll marry you. Lemme in and we'll be married tomorrow. You hear me, Georgie? C'mon, Georgie, open this door, I say!"