First Comes Marriage (Huxtable Quintet Series #1)

First Comes Marriage (Huxtable Quintet Series #1)

by Mary Balogh

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Against the scandal and seduction of Regency England, New York Times bestselling author Mary Balogh introduces an extraordinary family—the fiery, sensual Huxtables. Vanessa is the second daughter, proud and daring, a young widow who has her own reason for pursuing the most eligible bachelor in London. One that has nothing to do with love. Or does it?

The arrival of Elliott Wallace, the irresistibly eligible Viscount Lyngate, has thrown the country village of Throckbridge into a tizzy. Desperate to rescue her eldest sister from a loveless union, Vanessa Huxtable Dew offers herself instead. In need of a wife, Elliott takes the audacious widow up on her unconventional proposal while he pursues an urgent mission of his own. But a strange thing happens on the way to the wedding night. Two strangers with absolutely nothing in common can’t keep their hands off each other. Now, as intrigue swirls around a past secret—one with a stunning connection to the Huxtables—Elliott and Vanessa are uncovering the glorious pleasures of the marriage bed…and discovering that when it comes to wedded bliss, love can’t be far behind.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440244226
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/24/2009
Series: Huxtable Quintet Series , #1
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 134,807
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.80(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

Mary Balogh is the New York Times bestselling author of the acclaimed Slightly novels: Slightly Married, Slightly Wicked, Slightly Scandalous, Slightly Tempted, Slightly Sinful, and Slightly Dangerous, as well as the romances No Man’s Mistress, More than a Mistress, and One Night for Love. She is also the author of Simply Love, Simply Unforgettable, Simply Magic, and Simply Perfect, her dazzling quartet of novels set at Miss Martin's School for Girls. A former teacher herself, she grew up in Wales and now lives in Canada.

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Chapter One

Everyone within five miles of the village of Throckbridge in Shropshire had been in a spirit of heightened sensibilities for the week or so preceding February 14. Someone—the exact identity of the person was undecided though at least half a dozen laid claim to the distinction—had suggested that an assembly be held at the rooms above the village inn this year in celebration of St. Valentine's Day since it seemed like forever since Christmas, and summer—the occasion of the annual fete and ball at Rundle Park—was way off in the future.

The suggestion having been made—by Mrs. Waddle, the apothecary's wife, or Mr. Moffett, Sir Humphrey Dew's steward, or Miss Aylesford, spinster sister of the vicar, or by one of the other claimants—no one could quite explain why such an entertainment had never been thought of before. But since it had been thought of this year, no one was in any doubt that the Valentine's assembly would become an annual event in the village.

All were agreed that it was an inspired idea, even—or perhaps especially—those children who were not quite old enough to attend this year despite vociferous protests to the adults who made the rules. The youngest attendee was to be Melinda Rotherhyde, fifteen years old and allowed to go only because she was the youngest of the Rotherhyde brood and there could be no question of leaving her at home alone. And also allowed to attend, a few more critical voices added, because the Rotherhydes had always been overindulgent with all their offspring.

The youngest male was to be Stephen Huxtable. He was only seventeen, though there was never really any question of his not attending. Despite his youth, he was a favorite of females of all ages. Melinda in particular had sighed over him since the very moment three years before when she had been forced to renounce him as a frequent playmate because her mama had deemed their romping together no longer fitting considering their advancing ages and differing genders.

On the day of the assembly there was intermittent rain throughout the daylight hours, though nothing worse than that despite the dire prediction of six feet of snow that elderly Mr. Fuller had prophesied with much squinting and head nodding after church the previous Sunday. The assembly rooms above the inn had been dusted and swept, the wall sconces fitted with new candles, fires laid in the large hearths that faced each other across the room, and the pianoforte tested to see that it was still in tune—though no one had thought to wonder what would happen if it were not since the tuner lived twenty miles distant. Mr. Rigg brought his violin, tuned it, and played it for a while to limber up his fingers and get the feel of the room and its acoustics. Women brought food in quantities sufficient to stuff the five thousand so full that they would be prostrate for a week—or so Mr. Rigg declared as he sampled a jam tart and a few slices of cheese before having his hand slapped only half playfully by his daughter-in-law.

Throughout the village women and girls crimped and curled all day long and changed their minds half a dozen times about the gowns they would wear before inevitably settling upon their original choice. Almost all the unmarried women below the age of thirty—and a number of those of more advanced years—dreamed of St. Valentine and the possibilities of romance his day might bring this year if only...

Well, if only some Adonis would appear out of nowhere to sweep them off their feet. Or, failing that, if only some favored male acquaintance would deign to dance with them and notice their superior charms and..._

Well, it was Valentine's Day.

And throughout the village men pretended to a yawning indifference to the whole tedious business of the assembly but made sure that their dancing shoes were polished and their evening coats brushed and the hands of the women of their choice solicited for the opening set. After all, the fact that this was St. Valentine's Day was sure to make the ladies a little more amenable to flirtation than they usually were.

Those too elderly either to dance or to flirt or to dream of romance on their own account looked forward to a good-sized gathering of gossips and card players—and to the sumptuous feast that was always the best part of village assemblies.

Apart from a few disgruntled older children, then, there was scarcely anyone who did not look forward to the evening's revelries with either open excitement or suppressed enthusiasm.

There was one notable exception.

"A village assembly, for the love of God!" Elliott Wallace, Viscount Lyngate, was sprawled in his chair an hour before the event was due to begin, one long, booted leg hooked over the arm and swinging impatiently. "Could we have chosen a less auspicious day for our arrival here if we had tried, George?"

George Bowen, who was standing before the fire warming his hands, grinned at the coals.

"Tripping the light fantastic with a roomful of village maidens is not your idea of fine entertainment?" he asked. "Perhaps it is just what we need, though, to blow away the cobwebs after the long journey."

Viscount Lyngate fixed his secretary and friend with a steady gaze.

"We? The wrong pronoun, my dear fellow," he said. "You may feel the need to jig the night away. I would prefer a bottle of good wine, if any such commodity is available at this apology for an inn, the fire blazing up the chimney, and an early bed if no more congenial occupation presents itself. A village hop is not my idea of a more congenial occupation. In my experience those pastoral idylls one reads in which village maidens are not only numerous but also fair and buxom and rosy-cheeked and willing are entirely fictitious and not worth the paper they are written on. You will be dancing with ferret-faced matrons and their plain, simpering daughters, George, be warned. And making lame conversation with a dozen gentlemen with even duller minds than that of Sir Humphrey Dew."

That was admittedly a nasty thing to say. Sir Humphrey had been genial and hospitable. And dull.

"You will keep to your rooms, then?" George was still grinning. "They might be vibrating to the sounds of fiddles and laughter for half the night, old chap."

Viscount Lyngate combed the fingers of one hand through his hair, sighing audibly as he did so. His leg continued to swing.

"Even that might be preferable to being led about on display like a performing monkey," he said. "Why could we not have come tomorrow, George? Tomorrow would have done just as well."

"So would yesterday," his friend pointed out with great good sense. "But the fact is that we came today."

Elliott scowled. "But if we had come yesterday," he said, "we might have been on our way home by now, our business accomplished, our young cub in tow."

"I doubt it will be as easy as you seem to expect," George Bowen said. "Even cubs need time to digest news they are not expecting and to pack their bags and bid their fond farewells. Besides, there are his sisters."

"Three of them." Elliott rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and propped his face in his hand. "But they are bound to be every bit as delighted as he. How could they not? They will be ecstatic. They will fall all over themselves in their haste to get him ready to leave with us at the earliest possible moment."

"For a man who has sisters of his own," George said dryly, "you are remarkably optimistic, Elliott. Do you really believe they will happily gather on their doorsill within the next day or two to wave their only brother on his way forever? And that then they will be willing to carry on with their lives here as if nothing untoward had happened? Is it not far more likely they will want to darn all his stockings and sew him half a dozen new shirts and... Well, and perform a thousand and one other useful and useless tasks?"

"Dash it all!" Elliott drummed his fingers on his raised thigh. "I have been trying to ignore the possibility that they might be an inconvenience, George. As females are more often than not. How simple and easy life would be without them. Sometimes I feel the distinct call of the monastery."

His friend looked at him incredulously and then laughed in open amusement mingled with derision.

"I know a certain widow who would go into deep mourning and an irreversible decline if you were to do that," he said. "Not to mention every unmarried lady of the ton below the age of forty. And their mamas. And did you not inform me as recently as yesterday on the journey down here that your main order of business during the coming Season is going to have to be the choosing of a bride?"
Elliott grimaced. "Yes, well," he said, his fingers pausing for a moment and then drumming faster. "The monastery may call with wistful invitation, George, but you are quite right—duty positively shouts it down, in the unmistakable voice of my grandfather. I promised him at Christmas... And of course he was quite right. It is time I married, and the deed will be done this year to coincide more or less with my thirtieth birthday. Nasty things, thirtieth birthdays."

He scowled in anticipation of the happy event, and his fingers beat a positive tattoo against his thigh.

"Perish the thought," he added.

Especially since his grandfather had made a specific point of informing him that Mrs. Anna Bromley-Hayes, Elliott's mistress of two years, simply would not do as his bride. Not that he had needed his grandfather to tell him that. Anna was beautiful and voluptuous and marvelously skilled in the bedroom arts, but she had also had a string of lovers before him, some of them while Bromley-Hayes was still alive. And she never made a secret of her amours. She was proud of them. Doubtless she intended to continue them with more lovers than just him at some time in the future.

"This is good," George said. "If you went into the monastery, Elliott, you would doubtless not need a secretary and I would be out of lucrative employment. I should hate that."

"Hmm." Elliott returned his foot to the floor and then crossed it over the other leg to rest his booted ankle above the knee.

He wished he had not thought of Anna. He had not seen her—or, more important, bedded her—since before Christmas. It was a damnably long time. Man was not made to be celibate, he had concluded long ago—another reason for avoiding the lure of the monastery.

"The three sisters will very probably be at the assembly tonight," George said. "Did not Sir Humphrey say that everyone and his dog will be attending—or words to that effect? Perhaps the cub will be there too."

"He is far too young," Elliott said.

"But we are deep in the country," his friend reminded him, "and far from the influence of all things tonnish. I'll wager on his being here."

"If you think that possibility will persuade me to _attend," Elliott said, "you are much mistaken, George. I am not talking business with him tonight beneath the interested gaze of a villageful of gossips, for the love of God."

"But you can scout him out," George said. "We both can. And his sisters too. Besides, old chap, would it be quite the thing to absent yourself when Sir Humphrey Dew made such a point of waiting on you as soon as word reached him that you were here? And when he came in person specifically to invite us to the assembly and to offer to escort us upstairs and present us to everyone worthy of the honor? My guess is that that will be everyone without exception. He will not be able to resist."

"Do I pay you to be my conscience, George?" Elliott asked.

But George Bowen, far from looking cowed, only chuckled.

"How the devil did he discover that we were here, anyway?" Elliott asked, having worked himself into a thorough bad temper. "We arrived in this village and at this inn less than two hours ago, and no one knew we were coming."

George rubbed his hands together close to the heat of the fire and then turned resolutely away in the direction of his room.

"We are in the country, Elliott," he said again, "where news travels on the wind and on every blade of grass and every dust mote and every human tongue. Doubtless the lowliest scullery maid knows by now that you are in Throckbridge and is trying desperately—and in vain—to find another mortal who does not know. And everyone will have heard that you have been invited to the assembly as Sir Humphrey Dew's particular guest. Are you going to disappoint them all by keeping to your room?"

"Wrong pronoun again," Elliott said, pointing a finger. "I am not the only one everyone will have heard of. There is you too. You go and entertain them if you feel you must."

George clucked his tongue before opening the door to his room.

"I am a mere mister," he said. "Of mild interest as a stranger, perhaps, especially if I had arrived alone. But you are a viscount, Elliott, several rungs higher on the social ladder even than Dew. It will seem as if God himself had condescended to step into their midst." He paused a moment and then chuckled. "The Welsh word for God is Duw—my grandmother was always saying it—D-U-W, but pronounced the same way as our dear baronet's name. And yet you outrank him, Elliott. That is heady stuff, old boy, for a sleepy village. They have probably never set eyes upon a viscount before or ever expected to. Would it be sporting of you to deny them a glimpse of you? I am off to don my evening togs."

He was still chuckling merrily as he closed his door behind him.

Elliott scowled at its blank surface.

They had traveled here, the two of them, on business. Elliott deeply resented the whole thing. After a long, frustrating year during which his life had been turned upside down and inside out, he had expected soon to be free of the most irksome of the obligations his father's sudden death had landed on his shoulders. But that obligation, George's search and discovery had recently revealed, was actually far from over. It was not a discovery that had done anything to improve Elliott's almost perpetually sour mood.

He had not expected his father to die so young. His father's father, after all, was still alive and in vigorous good health, and the male line had been renowned for longevity for generations past. Elliott had expected many more years in which to be free to kick his heels and enjoy the carefree life of a young buck about town without any of the burdens of sober responsibility.

But suddenly he had had them, ready or not—just like the childhood game of hide-and-seek.

Coming, ready or not.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the first book in the Huxtable family series.(you do not need to read them in order to follow the story.) This novel is set back in the times when lords and ladies and lavish balls were given. The writing style is a little different and challenging, but not so difficult that it deters you from reading. I guess this was necessary to set the scene and time in history. I was surprised that I liked this series(yes,I've read them all). It's very different from anything else I've been reading. I actually started with what I would consider the last book in the series, Seducing an Angel, Then went back and read the other books.
CheliD More than 1 year ago
Elliott Wallace, Viscount Lyngate has come to the small town of Throckbridge and all the young ladies are in a twitter because there is to be an assembly with dancing and the Viscount is coming. Little does the town realize this is just the start of the shakeup that the Viscount brings to the residents. At the dance the only lady that he deigns to dance with, is the Widow Dew, one of the Huxtable sisters, but not the pretty one, the very plain one. The days following he disrupts the Huxtable household by informing them that Stephen, the youngest, is now the Earl of Merton and that they need to move to Warren Hall where Stephen, until his majority, will be trained to take over his responsibilities. Elliott realizes that the sisters will need to be introduced to London society and since there is no one who can sponsor them that they know, he will need to marry sooner than he planned to provide that service. He agrees to marry Vanessa Dew so that she can serve as her sisters' sponsor. Their love story unfolds. First, let me say that I love Mary Balogh's books. Se writes love stories in a series surrounding a family. She is one of my favorite authors, and this is her newest, the first in the Huxtable Series. I've read 20+ of her books and this is the first one that really disappointed me. I kept waiting for the plot to develop and it never got there. There was no conflict, no mystery just a simple love story that really did have much of a bite. These are the first two Hero/heroine/ that didn't grab me. I just hope that the series is better.
MollyJG More than 1 year ago
Her books have the perfect balance of fun and romance. Her heroines are always a bit wicked underneath and her heroes dashing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my least favorite book in the series. The heroine is one of the most annoying female leads every written. Her pertetual happiness and optimism became ironically irritating, and made her seem almost simpleminded. and add to that all her deep rooted insecurites and need for reassurance. I felt that the author was trying to balance her oft repeated lack of good look with her having a great personality, but it was not convincing. Having her repeatedly tell the hero "I know how to make a man happy" was silly, why not just demonstrate it through some sort of action. It also didn't help that the hero keeps questioning why he is attracted to her, even after he tells her she is beautiful he questions is she really, that just made the heroine seem pathetic and the hero a jerk.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Balogh is one of my favorite authors. However I was dissapointed in this book. I got tired of Vanessa whinning about how ugly she is, his constant reassuring, and that she never believed him. The characters were not likable and the love stroy unbelievable. I'm hesitant to buy the rest of the series.
Toothfairy90 More than 1 year ago
I agree with the other reviews, this book was boring and insensitive. The rest of the family is gorgeous where as Vanessa is plain so the family always feels sorry for her. Then Elliot comes along and just makes matters worse. I hate that the author has Vanessa practically begging Elliot to marry her for the benefit of her sister. And she has every one repeating over and over how she isn't that pretty but she has a good sense of humor. I always like this authors books, but I have to say I was dissappointed with this one.
Avid-Romance-Reader More than 1 year ago
This book is boring with a capital B. And I've read all of her other books and this one has no heart. Vanessa is not funny or charming and Elliot is a jerk throughout-completely unlikeable. Everyone disrespects Vanessa based on her plainness and she never gets to shine or have any sort of metamorphisis Where's the chemistry????
harstan More than 1 year ago
In Throckbridge, Viscount Elliot Wallace learns he is guardian of Stephen Huxtable, the new Earl of Merton. Stephen complains to Elliot that his three sisters are driving him insane with their demands. Elliot decides to take the oldest off his hands by proposing marriage to Meg.

However, Elliot finds he is attracted to middle sister Vanessa, a widow, who shocks him when she proposes to him. Elliot accepts her surprising off as he feels strongly they will be a perfect match. However, they find happily ever after not quite what each expected after they exchanged I do except for the heating up the sheets. Both begin to understand the need for compromise if their marriage is to work, but will either make the first step towards give and take cooperation outside the boudoir.

Once the lead players meet, this SIMPLY PERFECT regency romance turns into a terrific tale of post marriages woes. The cast is fully developed especiacally the lead couple and her siblings However, the first Huxtable story line is owned by Elliot and Vanessa as each came into their marirage sharing a deep hot attraction, but radiclaly differing expectations. Fans will take immense dleight in this deep historical.

Harriet Klausner
cyderry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Elliott Wallace, Viscount Lyngate has come to the small town of Throckbridge and all the young ladies are in a twitter because there is to be an assembly with dancing and the Viscount is coming. Little does the town realize this is just the start of the shakeup that the Viscount brings to the residents. At the dance the only lady that he deigns to dance with, is the Widow Dew, one of the Huxtable sisters, but not the pretty one, the very plain one. The days following he disrupts the Huxtable household by informing them that Stephen, the youngest, is now the Earl of Merton and that they need to move to Warren Hall where Stephen, until his majority, will be trained to take over his responsibilities. Elliott realizes that the sisters will need to be introduced to London society and since there is no one who can sponsor them that they know, he will need to marry sooner than he planned to provide that service. He agrees to marry Vanessa Dew so that she can serve as her sisters' sponsor. Their love story unfolds.First, let me say that I love Mary Balogh's books. Se writes love stories in a series surrounding a family. She is one of my favorite authors, and this is her newest, the first in the Huxtable Series. I've read 20+ of her books and this is the first one that really disappointed me. I kept waiting for the plot to develop and it never got there. There was no conflict, no mystery just a simple love story that really did have much of a bite. These are the first two Hero/heroine/ that didn't grab me. I just hope that the series is better.
bitemeeric on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first story in the Huxtable series. This focuses on Vanessa and Elliott. Vanessa is considered, by society standards, plain looking, but having a warm heart. In an attempt to ensure that her eldest sister, Meg, finds her true lover, Vanessa proposes to Elliott, who wanted to propose marriage to Meg. The motives behind the proposals were anything but love. Vanessa and Elliott had great sexual chemistry that turned into love. Overall very entertaining book.
sjmccreary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first in a new series, this is the story of the Huxtables, a family of four orphaned siblings who have grown up taking care of one another. When a strange but handsome man shows up in their isolated rural village to inform Stephen, the youngest and only son, that he has inherited an earldom, all their lives are sure to change completely. Stephen's guardian, Elliott, is a viscount and heir to a dukedom, but still unmarried. Elliott decides that, since it is time for him to marry, that one of the very beautiful Huxtable sisters would be a convenient choice. However, his plans are thwarted when Vanessa, the not-so-beautiful Huxtable sister, proposes that he marry HER instead. This is a very satisfying and well-written historical romance. Not outstanding in any particular way, but there is nothing I can find fault with, either.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Huxtable sisters have just been informed that their young brother is the new Earl of Merton. His guardian, Viscount Lyngate, decides that he should marry one of them, to simplify matters. He prefers the eldest, but she is in love with Another. To save her sister, Vanessa selflessly proposes that he marry her, instead. Despite the fact that she is plainer than her sisters and given to arguing with him, he does so.Can this marriage work? This is a romance novel, so of course the answer is "yes." But watching it play out is loads of fun.This is the first in a series of four books about the Huxtables. I'm looking forward eagerly to the others.
emigre on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Balogh doesn't disappoint as usual, tender and sexy romance with a dash of realism.
jjmachshev on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A lovely story that will play with your emotions yet keep you smiling. "First Comes Marriage" is the premiere novel in Mary Balogh's new series about three sisters and their younger brother who are lifted from obscurity when he is elevated to the title of Earl of Merton. The first to find love is the middle widowed sister, Vanessa.Vanessa is the 'plain Jane' of the Huxtable family. She's heard it all her life and can see in the mirror for herself as well. But she's also the happiest and most joyful, finding pleasure in each day. When the terribly correct and arrogant Viscount Lyngate comes to inform the family of her younger brother's surprising inheritance, Vanessa is just as excited and fearful as the rest of her small family. But when it appears this same Viscount will propose a dutiful marriage to her older sister, Vanessa knows that just won't do. Her older sister deserves to have a chance at love so Vanessa proposes to the Viscount herself!Elliott isn't sure which part of his duty is most onerous. Having to locate and guide the new Earl of Merton or having to sacrifice himself on the altar of marriage for his own title. It doesn't take him long to realize that what's really most irritating is the widowed sister of the new Earl. She doesn't stand in awe of him, she talks back to him, and now for some reason he seems to be attracted to her. But he must marry and heaven knows one chit is really as good as another so he might as well lighten his burden by marrying the oldest Huxtable daughter. Well...he would...if that irritating woman hadn't just proposed to him!I found laughter and tears in this story; I also couldn't seem to stop reading once I started. Both of those are signs of an irresistible book for me. From the first page, Balogh sets up the premise of this entire new series and draws the reader in with a bit of mystery. While you are reading the story of Elliott and Vanessa, you also get bits of pieces of the mystery tossed in. The relationship between the main characters is complex and engrossing while the deepening of their feelings proceeds at a reasonable and smooth pace. I find myself anxious for the next book "Then Comes Seduction" which is the story of the youngest daughter. It should hit the shelves April and I'll look forward to reading more about the Huxtable family, the Earl of Merton, and the mystery of Constantine.
ElaineBooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I received this book from Dell Books through Goodreads.I believe this may have been the first book I have ever read by Mary Balogh, which is odd since I love historical romances. I am particularly fond of Regencies, and although this one takes place several years after, it still has the same flavor.My feelings about this book are a little odd. I found the beginning confusing and could not figure out what it had to do with the story. I kept going back to see if I had missed something. The beginning is not explained until almost a hundred pages into it.I really enjoyed the bulk of the book. I wanted to shake the two main characters more than once, but that was the point. The other characters were handled well and the basis for the sequels was established.I did think the ending was too abrupt. Yes, there are sequels, but I wanted a satisfying ending. Something more than "they lived happily ever after."Overall, it was a good book and I am glad I had the opportunity to read it. I will definitely be reading the sequels which thankfully are all published.
pmatch More than 1 year ago
I gave this book a somewhat generous 2.5 stars for the following reasons. I took one star away for all the missing punctuation (mainly periods at the end of sentences) in the EPUB ebook version. This author's ebooks are among the most expensive on the market and for the price that is charged, it should not be missing so much punctuation. It was very distracting and sometimes confusing making the reader have to go back and re-read to figure out where one sentence ended and the next began. I took another star away because I got so sick and tired of everyone (including "Nessie" herself) commenting on how plain, how ugly, who unattractive she was ... page after page after page. There were times I wanted to yell, "Alright already ... I got it!" I took another half star off for what I felt was an abrupt ending and all the loose ends in this book. I realize there are three more books in this series, but I keep wondering: what was the deal with Con? Is he really the bad guy or was there some unexplained misunderstanding? What happens with Margaret (aka Meg)? Does she just bury herself in the country for the next four years or so? Also, the abrupt about face that Elliot did a month or two into the marriage just didn't feel right to me. I was enjoying this book but the ending just left me feeling let down. I guess I can only hope that the author reveals more and answers some of my questions in the next three books. Hopefully, the punctuation improves, or I'll go crazy trying to read them. I seriously can't believe anyone bothered to edit that EPUB ebook!!!
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I found this paperback while on vavation and couldn't put it down from start to finish.
PureJonel More than 1 year ago
What a charming story.  Balogh had me hooked.  Her fantastic storytelling combined with the unique and yet straightforward descriptions brought this world to life in a realistic yet vividly fantastic manner.  Readers are transported to The Season amidst London’s ton scene.  Balls come to life in a breathtaking manner that you can’t help but picture.  This is one of those stories that you know must end with a HEA but can’t quite figure out how it will happen.  The twists and turns that this story took, although not necessarily earth shattering, definitely kept me on my toes. I love the way that Balogh describes people.  She catalogues their features the way one would think about them if you met them at a gathering and wanted to be sure to remember them.  Physical features and apparent personality traits are at the forefront.  I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know the main characters in this story.  Individually they were entertaining and one of a kind.  However, his broodiness combined with her cheerful disposition in such a remarkably inviting way that I couldn’t help but smile.   I definitely can’t wait to delve further into this series & into this author’s work.  
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kronan1 More than 1 year ago
Nice Cover............................................ Had it's moments.   For some reason the writer had to state on practically every page that the heroine Vanessa was not pretty.  Apparently every women in merry old England was a 10  and this poor thing was a 5.  Even her parents told her she was unattractive and would probably not marry.  For the record she is on her second marriage by age 24 and her  drop dead gorgeous  and always nice sisters are still at the starting gate.  The family was nice.  The hero was ok.  The villain was wishy washy.   Con the villain was supposed to be a rake a rogue and a thief .  Yet towards the end of the book he is described as protective and wise.  I  assume that  the writer is setting him up to be a hero in another book..  Not for me.  What he did to his cousin Vanessa  was hurtful and mean spirited.  Not criminal by any means.  I was glad in the book she called him on it.  It was an OK read.       
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I adore Mary Balogh as an author. I own this book in paper as well, already, and enjoy this series considerably. But this eBook (Nook) version was disappointing. Missing punctuation. Sloppy italics. Inconsistent paragraphs. Random quote marks outside of dialog. Great story. Bad edition. Please do better with conversions, Barnes & Noble. Or is this one Dell's fault? Please take more care turning books into eBooks. The Huxtables deserve better!
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