Being shot on the Great North Road isn’t exactly a thing people expect to happen, and Lady Sophie Talbot finds herself in the rooms above The Warbling Wren pub, under the welcome care of a rather mad doctor and the watchful eye of the rather infuriating (and infuriatingly handsome) Kingscote, Marquess of Eversley. There are worse things, she supposes. Or are there? Not for King.)
“If you want a bath, you’ll have to accept my help,” he said.
She pursed her lips at that, her gaze settling longingly on the steaming bath. “You mustn’t look.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” It might have been the most obvious lie he’d ever told.
Somehow, she believed it, nodding and throwing back the coverlet to step out of the bed. She came to her feet, the top of her head at his chin, and he resisted the urge to help her across the room. “How do you feel?” he asked, hearing the gravel in his words. He cleared his throat.
“As though I’ve been shot, I’d imagine.”
He raised a brow. “Clever. There’s food when you’ve bathed.” The words summoned a low growl from her, and her hands flew to her stomach. Her cheeks turned red, and he smiled. “I take it you are hungry.”
“It seems so,” she said.
“Food after the bath. And then sleep.”
She met his gaze. “You’re very domineering.”
“It’s a particular talent.”
“What with you being called King.”
“Name is destiny.”
She moved past him to the high copper bathtub. He resumed his place against the wall, arms crossed, watching her carefully as she reached down, her long fingers trailing in the hot water as she sighed her anticipation. The sound was like gunfire in the room—pure, unadulterated pleasure. It was delicious.
King stiffened. He was not interested in the lady’s pleasure.
If only someone would tell his body that.
Sarah MacLean grew up in Rhode Island, obsessed with historical romance and bemoaning the fact that she was born far too late for her own season. Her love of all things historical helped to earn her degrees from Smith College and Harvard University before she finally set pen to paper and wrote her first book.
Sarah now lives in New York City with her husband, baby daughter, their dog, and a ridiculously large collection of romance novels. She loves to hear from readers. Please visit her at www.macleanspace.com.
LADY SOPHIE'S SOCIETY SPLASH
The youngest of the infamous Talbot sisters scandalized society at the Liverpool Summer Soiree, striking her sister’s notoriously philandering husband and landing him backside-first in a goldfish pond. And we thought Sophie was the quiet one…
When she finds herself the target of very public aristocratic scorn, Sophie Talbot does what she must to escape the city and its judgment—she flees on the back of a carriage, vowing never to return to London…or to society. But the carriage isn’t saving her from ruin. It’s filled with it.
ROYAL ROGUE'S REIGN OF RAVISHMENT!
The Marquess of Eversley was espied descending a rose trellis—escaping an irate Earl and his once-future countess. No lady is safe from Eversley’s Engagement Ending Escapades!
Kingscote, the Marquess of Eversley, has never met a woman he couldn’t charm, a quality that results in a reputation far worse than the truth, a furious summons home, and a long, boring trip to the Scottish border. When King discovers stowaway Sophie, however, the trip becomes anything but boring.
WAR? OR MORE?
He thinks she’s trying to trick him into marriage. She wouldn’t have him if he were the last man on earth. But carriages bring close quarters, dark secrets, and unbearable temptation, and suddenly opposites are altogether too attractive…
It’s always been hard for me to really enjoy a good historical romance. I’ve read some duds, but when I picked up my first Sarah MacLean book some time ago, I was instantly hooked from the first word. I devoured her Rules of Scoundrels series; absolutely LOVED them. So when I saw that she had a new series coming out and was able to snag an advanced copy, I went to my happy place an immediately started reading The Rogue Not Taken. There is something about Ms. MacLean’s books that always has me latching onto her characters and immensely enjoying each and every book.
We were introduced to Sophie in the Rules of Scoundrels series. I liked her immediately and was happy when I found out that this was going to be her journey/love story. I felt a kinship with her. Sophie has always been known as the “shy” Talbot sister who has managed to keep a low profile from the gossip rags, mainly because she has a strong dislike of the ton. Most people brush her off, but we come to find out that Sophie is full of sass and spunk. Sass and spunk? The beginnings of a great heroine.
Sophie was not only smart and witty, she was the perfect love interest for our hero, King. She didn’t put up with his assumptions of her and the way he tried to shuffle her off to the side. Sometimes, I’ve read a story where the heroine doesn’t mature at all and is annoying to read with all the whining. Not with Sophie. She was such a breath of fresh air. I liked that Ms. MacLean gave her the room to grow and mature. I believe if she didn’t go through this process of personal growth and knowing what she really wants in life, it wouldn’t have worked for the story or for King.
Speaking of King, I wasn’t sure what to think of him the first time we were introduced to him, with good reason…he was climbing out of a window, with a woman who is to be married looking after his descent. My judgement of him changed fairly quickly, though. We are able to see that past experiences shaped him into the man he is at that point, and that he had certain things he needed to work through to become a better version of himself, and one that deserves Sophie. King’s struggle, I think, is what really had me on an emotional roller coaster. He had been through some ordeals in his past that would dishearten any heart. I felt myself mentally rallying behind King, wanting him to get past his troubles.
I honestly don’t think my review is showing how much I really, really enjoyed this book. I couldn’t put it down once I started. I listened to my Kindle read it to me while doing dishes, at the gym on the treadmill, and even stayed up late into the night, with no regrets the next morning, to finish the book. The Rogue Not Taken had me entranced, wishing it would never end!