My Pleasure
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- $21.99
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- $21.99
Publisher Description
Connie Brockway draws readers into the breathtaking love story of a dashing Scotsman who is duty bound to protect the one woman who incites in him a wild passion. How exactly can he save her from himself?
By day, celebrated beauty Helena Nash works as a proper companion to one of London's most disagreeable ladies. By night she acts as an illicit messenger between two separated lovers. Masked and disguised, she falls into the path of a shadowy stalker. Fearing for her safety but unwilling to halt her nocturnal forays, Helena seeks out Ramsey Munro—one of three men who pledged years earlier to serve her family in times of need. Handsome and elusive, the notorious Scotsman is London's most accomplished swordsman and represents everything Helena wants but can't have—freedom, adventure, and passion. Now she demands that he teach her his formidable skills, a commission that may prove cool, collected Helena's undoing. For Ramsey has seen through her disguise...and soon vows to teach her both the way of the sword and the deliciously wicked pleasures of the flesh.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Brockway's uneven second Regency in her Rose Hunters trilogy (after My Seduction) suffers from a plot whose twists too often come from nowhere, but the attraction between Miss Helena Nash, lady's companion, and Ramsey Munro, swordsman extraordinaire, has an undeniable appeal. Helena, sister to Kate (introduced in the previous book), finds herself pressed into service as a go-between for Flora, the addlepated niece of Helena's employer, and Oswald, a bankrupt gambler who clandestinely married Flora despite being unable to keep her in the style to which she's accustomed. Helena passes notes between the lovers, secretly relishing the opportunity to drop her icily correct demeanor for a bit of adventure. When she runs into trouble on a dark walk at Vauxhall, Ramsey steps in to rescue the maiden in disguise. Helena's determination to help the irritatingly stupid Flora and Oswald grows dull quickly; scenes in Ramsey's fencing salle are far more engaging. Despite the sexual tension between hero and heroine, the love scenes are marred by decidedly unsexy lines like, "He closed his eyes and mated her with his tongue" or " at his flat, leathery male nipple to touch her tongue experimentally to the hard kernel at its center." Brockway has many followers, and the trilogy is attractively packaged thus far, but the pleasure promised in this novel's title is slight indeed.
