The Virgin and the Viscount - The Bachelor Lords of London #2
by Charis Michaels
Releases 5th July - tomorrow!!!
In the next sparkling romance in debut author Charis Michaels' Bachelor Lords of London series, a proper viscount meets his match in a beguiling virgin who can't help but break all the rules.
The Virgin
Lady Elisabeth Hamilton-Baythes has a painful secret. At the innocent age of fifteen, she was abducted by highwaymen and sold to a brothel. After two days, a young lord discovers her and enacts a brave rescue to get her out. Now she's a grown woman, working to save other girls from the horror she saw that night and never forgetting the young man who rescued her.
The Viscount
Bryson Courtland, Viscount Rainsleigh has overcome an abusive boyhood, neglectful parents, and a bankrupt title to be one of the wealthiest noblemen in Britain. He works tirelessly to be upright and forthright and proper to a fault. Now he requires only one thing: A proper, forthright, proper wife.
The Unraveling
When a charity event puts Lord Bryson and Lady Elisabeth face-to-face, Bryson has no memory of the wounded girl of long ago. All he can see is a perfect candidate to be his future wife. Elisabeth has never forgotten him, but she worries that the brave boy who saved her so long ago has become a rich man with an unfulfilled life.
As a whirlwind courtship reveals the truth, Bryson must accept that Elisabeth is actually a shadow from his dark past, while Elisabeth must show that love is the noblest virtue of all.
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Lady Elisabeth Hamilton-Baythes has a painful secret. At the innocent age of fifteen, she was abducted by highwaymen and sold to a brothel. After two days, a young lord discovers her and enacts a brave rescue to get her out. Now she's a grown woman, working to save other girls from the horror she saw that night and never forgetting the young man who rescued her.
The Viscount
Bryson Courtland, Viscount Rainsleigh has overcome an abusive boyhood, neglectful parents, and a bankrupt title to be one of the wealthiest noblemen in Britain. He works tirelessly to be upright and forthright and proper to a fault. Now he requires only one thing: A proper, forthright, proper wife.
The Unraveling
When a charity event puts Lord Bryson and Lady Elisabeth face-to-face, Bryson has no memory of the wounded girl of long ago. All he can see is a perfect candidate to be his future wife. Elisabeth has never forgotten him, but she worries that the brave boy who saved her so long ago has become a rich man with an unfulfilled life.
As a whirlwind courtship reveals the truth, Bryson must accept that Elisabeth is actually a shadow from his dark past, while Elisabeth must show that love is the noblest virtue of all.
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I received a copy from Avon Impulse in exchange for an honest review!
What I say: If you're familiar with the blog or my reviews you'll probably be aware of my love for historical fiction. There's just something enchanting about a romance set in the past. I have to be honest and note that from the title and cover I was expecting a naughty romance with more lusty details than plot, but this really isn't the case with The Virgin and the Viscount. The actual 'naughty' times are not very frequent and nor overbearingly detailed.
The concept is unusual as far as historical romances go. In a society where reputation and female virtue is of the highest importance, Lady Elisabeth finds herself in a dangerous position at a young age. Her saviour comes in the form of a helpful stranger, one Bryson Courtland aka the future Viscount Rainsleigh. He sets her free from a potentially scandalous situation, never knowing whom he saved.
I liked Elisabeth's unique view on society life and how she uses painful experiences to improve the lives of others. Elisabeth has never forgotten Bryson but is worried when they meet again many years later, he may remember her from the brothel and be tarnished by her potentially ruinous past.
Bryson Courtland is instantly taken by Elisabeth and is determined to marry her. I have to admit I did find their ensuing courtship entertaining, and found myself laughing at Bryson's many failed attempts at wooing her. Bryson bares the scars of neglectful parents who relished debauchery and promiscuity. He is determined to only marry somebody chaste, true and probably dull.
Their romance is sweet and refreshing. As I mention earlier this isn't your normal lusty read so readers who prefer clean romances are in safe hands - Without giving too much away it's there are a couple of naughtier scenes but Charis Michaels' avoids graphic detail, preferring to focus on romance and narrative.
I did find myself wishing they'd both be a little more forthright with each other but I liked their witty banter and charming flirty romance. Do we get Beau's story up next?!
4 Stars in my Sky!
Author Spotlight:
Charis Michaels is thrilled to be making her debut with Avon Impulse. Prior to writing romance, she studied Journalism at Texas A&M and managed PR for a trade association. She has also worked as a tour guide at Disney World, harvested peaches on her family’s farm, and entertained children as the “Story Godmother” at birthday parties. She has lived in Texas, Florida, and London, England. She now makes her home in the Washington, D.C.-metro area.
Excerpt:
Prologue
On
April 12, 1809, Franklin “Frankie” Courtland, 6th Viscount
Rainsleigh, tripped on a root in the bottom of a riverbed and drowned. He was drunk at the time, picnicking with
friends on the banks of the River Wylye.
According an account later given to the magistrate, his lordship simply
fell over, bumped into a fallen log, and sank.
It was
there he remained—“enjoying the cool,” or so his friends believed—until he became
too heavy, too slippery, and, alas, too dead to revive. But they did dislodge him; and after that,
they claimed he floated to the surface, bobbed several times, and then gently
glided downstream. He was later found
just before sunset, face down and bloated (in life, as also in death), beached
on a pebble shoal near Codford.
At the
time the elder Courtland was sinking to the bottom of the river, his son and
heir, Bryson was hunched over a desk in the offices of his fledgling shipping
company, waiting for the very moment his father would die. It had been an exceedingly long, progressively
humiliating wait. Years long—nay, decades.
Luckily
for Bryson, for his ships and his future, he was capable of doing more things
at once than wait, and while his father drank and debauched his way through all
respectability and life, Bryson worked.
It was
an unthinkable thing for a young heir and nobleman—to “work”—but Bryson was
given little choice, considering the impoverished state of the Rainsleigh
crest. He was scarcely eleven years of
age when he made first foray into labor, and not so many years after, into
private enterprise. His life in work had
not ceased since. On the rare occasion
that he didn’t work, he studied.
With
his meager earnings (he began by punting boats on the very river in which his
father later drowned), he made meager investments. These investments reaped small gains—first in
shares in the punting station; later in property along the water; later still,
in other industry up and down the river.
Bryon
lived modestly, worked ceaselessly, and spared only enough to pay his way
through Cambridge, bring up his brother, and see him educated him, as
well. Every guinea earned was
reinvested. He repeated the process
again and again, a little less meagerly each time ‘round.
By the
time the elder viscount’s self-destructive lifestyle wrought his river- and
drink-soaked end, Bryson had managed to accrue a small fortune, launch a
company that built and sailed ships, and construct an elaborate plan for what
he would do when his father finally cocked up his toes and died.
When
at last that day came, Bryson had but one complaint: it took fifty-two hours
for the constable to find him. He was a
viscount for two days before anyone, including himself, even knew it.
But
two days was a trifle compared to a lifetime of waiting. And on the day he learned of his inheritance—nay,
the very hour—he launched his long awaited plan.
By
three o’clock on the fourth day, he’d razed the rotting, reeking east wing of
the family estate in Wiltshire to the ground.
Within
the week, he’d extracted his mother from the west wing and shipped her and a
contingent of discreet caregivers to a villa in Spain.
Within
the month, he’d sold every stick of furniture, every remaining fork and dish,
every sweat-soaked toga and opium-tinged gown.
He burned the drapes, burned the rugs, burned the tapestries. He delivered the half-starved horses and the
fighting dogs to an agricultural college and pensioned off the remaining staff.
By
the six-week mark, he’d unloaded the London townhome—sold at auction to the
highest bidder—and with it, the broken-down carriage, his father’s dusty
arsenal, what was left of the wine stores, and all the lurid art.
It
was a whirlwind evacuation, a gutting, really, and no one among polite society
had ever witnessed a son or heir take such absolute control and haul away so
much family or property quite so fast.
But no
one among polite society was acquainted with Bryson Anders Courtland, the new
Viscount Rainsleigh.
And no
one understood that it was not so much an ending as it was an entirely fresh
start. Once the tearing down ceased, the
rebuilding could begin. New viscountsy, new money, new respect, new life.
It was
an enterprise into which Bryson threw himself like no other. Unlike all others,
however, he could only do so much, one man, alone. For this, he would require
another. A partner. Someone with whom he could work together
towards a common goal. A collaborator
who emulated his precise, immaculate manner. A matriarch, discreet and pure. A
paragon of propriety. A viscountess. A proper, perfect wife.
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