The Rogue Not Taken
Scandal & Scoundrel #1
Scandal & Scoundrel #1
By: Sarah MacLean
Releasing December 29, 2015
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Since the start, my heart already went out to Lady Sophie. She made me laugh so hard with what she did to her brother-in-law. What a brave, brave, and quite foolish girl. Despite the fact that what she did made her the talk of the town, it allowed her something that she wished for since then: her freedom. She planned to get out of London, and start a new life very far from her present situation, away from the aristocracy. She didn’t expect was to run into King, the Marquess of Eversely.
His reputation precedes him. King can charm any woman, and has a reputation of ruining them. He was on the way to home to the Scottish border to answer the summon from the father he have never spoken to for 15 years. But when he discovered the stowaway that has been riding with him – his journey became so much more interesting and exciting.
He meant to keep her safe. Bring her to his home, wait for her father to pick her up, and go on with his plan. She promised him she wouldn’t trick him into marriage. She wouldn’t have him if he was the last man or earth – but travelling together, getting shot along the way, closed quarters, sharing the deepest darkest secrets, and a sprinkle of attraction and temptation makes it hard to resist.
You just have to love every Sarah Maclean books – she makes historical romance pretty much an unforgettable read. This book had been my Christmas read, and it got me teary-eyed (in a really good way). This was the kind of book, that once you have opened, you can never stop reading until you finally reached that happy-ever-after you have been waiting for after all the hullabaloos and the everything that has been happening between our two leads. The characters were pretty much amazing, their complexity, their depth, and how they develop throughout the story – you’d root for them, your hearts would get broken and yet you’d love them: flaws, imperfections and all.
I like the twist, a part of it was the reason I got a little teary-eyed. I didn’t expect that. OMG. I could’ve hated him – but he did something to redeem himself, and made everything okay.
This book is one of those reads that ended my year with a wonderful bang. It’s something I’d recommend to friends if they want something that is fun, touching, sweet, a little (or more) steam and a whole lot of crazy adventure – this one is really worth the read!
Rating: 5 Stars
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.