The Earl's Forbidden Ward - Regency Historical by Bronwyn Scott - book review - must read

The Earl's Forbidden Ward is the latest in Bronwyn's Scott's Regency romances from Harlequin Historical.

 I first became acquainted with Bronwyn's fabulous books a couple of years ago, with her Notorious Rake, Innocent Lady

In real life, Bronwyn teaches English in the Pacific Northwest. 

Her characters are stunning, her dialogue quick and biting,  her writing style rich and luscious, her pace quick, the historical details gripping.

 The Harlequin Historicals are edited out of the London office and published abroad for the Commonwealth countries under Harlequin's Boon and Mills line.

In this book, Peyton Ramsden, the womaizing Earl of Dursley never falls in love, but...enter one Miss Tessa Branscombe, recently orphaned and taking care of her younger sisters. 

The book is set in Regency England and St. Petersburg, and Bronwyn sprinkles luscious details of Bloomsbury and 19th century Russia from her historical research trips throughout the book.  But writing a Regency is much more than costume description, architectural and historical details,

 it is all about creating believable characters for the period piece that ring true today and which seem like our family, our next-door neighbors, ourselves. This Bronwyn excels in.

 

 

Peyton has broken off with his mistress of two years, and is ripe for the picking. Always guarding his heart, he was never emotionally involved with his mistress, nor with anyone. Enter the opportunity for Miss Tessa Branscombe.

Here is the beginning of Chapter Nine:

"The girls were nearly giddy in their excitement over sightseeing the next morning as they gathered in the front room, fighting over a spot to look out the window and be the first to spy the Earl of Dursley. Tessa tried to share her enthusiasm.  The sun was out and the prospect of seeing London under blue skies was quite tempting, but she'd rather see the sights without the pompous Earl of Dursley by her side.

 

"The irritating man had the audacity to kiss her not once, but twice. Once she could countenance. The spirit of their dance had transmuted into an energy that needed an outlet, as unconventional as it was. There were multiple ways to explain what had passed between them in the alcove. Curiosity on her part -- were all kisses as empty as Sergei's? ...

 

..."No one had ever kissed her in the manner Peyton had. Never had a kiss evoked such a flood of feelings. Simultaneously, she wanted to both give in, see where such abandon led, and to slap the arrogant Earl across the planes of his handsome face. How dare he make such presumption! Probably he wouldn't presume so much if she didn't give him leave."...

 

You will absolutely love this book. Bronwyn scores another major hit!

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