My Rogue to Ruin
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- USD 11.99
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- USD 11.99
Descripción editorial
This fabulously fun Regency romp featuring witty banter, a dash of mystery, lots of kissing, and an adorable hedgehog, will bring all the adventure you've been waiting for!
Marjorie Wynchester has always let her siblings take the lead when it comes to planning their investigations. But someone in London is trying to pass off counterfeits, and this time she's the only one with the skill needed to find the culprit. Soon, all the evidence leads her straight to Lord Adrian Webb.
Adrian is a roguish scoundrel of the first order, but he never meant to get caught up in a forgery scheme. Especially one that’s snowballed out of control. Now a blackmailer is out to ruin him, and the most alluring woman he's ever met is trying to put him behind bars.
Every time Marjorie thinks she has Adrian figured out, her assumptions turn on their head. He’s a heartless scoundrel. A loyal brother. A smooth liar. A good kisser. Er…wait… Is winning her affections just one more attempt to avoid the law? Or is it possible he’s not such a rogue after all?
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Bestseller Ridley hits a rare false note in her fourth Wild Wynchesters Regency (after Nobody's Princess). Marjorie Wynchester, a hard-of-hearing artist whose synesthesia is her secret joy, is generally happy as a wallflower, despite a certain wistfulness around her more extroverted vigilante siblings. When impoverished widow Mrs. Lachlan comes to the Wynchester family for help with a swindling pawnbroker passing counterfeit coins, however, it's Marjorie's time to shine. A skilled forger, she is the Wynchester most capable of righting this wrong. Venturing disguised into the criminal lair, she finds a scenery-chewing villain—and Adrian Webb, a disgraced lord, apparent co-conspirator to the pawnbroker, and embodied Adonis. Will he be obstacle, ally, both, or more? Ridley delivers her trademark shenanigans and feels, but the plot's urgency hinges on the widow's increasing desperation as her rent comes due, putting a clock on Marjorie's investigation. Though the wealthy Wynchesters could simply float Mrs. Lachlan the money in the meantime, that's an idea they raise and promptly, illogically dismiss, making the high stakes ring hollow. This nagging plot hole hobbles the usual joyous escapism of a Wynchester outing. Readers will hope for a return to form in future installments.
