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THE KNAVE OF
HEARTS
Rhymes With Love #5
Elizabeth
Boyle
Releasing on January 26, 2016
Avon
In the fifth novel of the captivating Rhymes with Love
series from New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Boyle, a young woman’s
hopes of a match encounter a wickedly handsome
complication…
Lavinia Tempest has been eagerly anticipating a
spectacular Season. But one disastrous pile-up on the Almack’s dance floor
derails all her plans. Add to that, the very stunning revelations about her
mother’s scandalous past have become the ton’s latest on dits. Lavinia’s future
has gone from shining bright to blackest night in one misstep.
Alaster “Tuck” Rowland admits he’s partly to blame for
Lavinia’s disastrous debut. But it’s not guilt that compels him to restore her
reputation. Rather, he’s placed a wager that he can make Lavinia into of the
most sought-after ladies in London. Who better than an unrepentant rake to set
Society astir?
Tuck’s motives are hardly noble. But in teaching the
lovely Lavinia how to win any man she wants, he suddenly finds himself tangled
in the last place he ever imagined: in love.
If you know anything about Victoria England you know that
the slightest embarrassment can spell disaster. That’s exactly what happens in
Elizabeth Boyle’s latest The Knave of Hearts. Even though Lavinia
Tempest has experienced certain disaster, she is aided by the man who put her
in the position Tuck Rowland. Elizabeth Boyle once again weaves a wonderful story
about love, tragedy, and family in her latest book that will have you wanting
more.
I have always enjoyed reading Mrs. Boyle’s stories, and this
was no different. Both Tuck and Lavinia come with some pretty serious baggage
that they have to work out, and the process watching them make peace with their
past was interesting and gave more depth to their characters. Although Tuck
does not have the best intentions when he started, it quickly becomes clear
that he is in way over his head with Lavinia and they truly represent the
notion that opposites attract. Their relationship was fun to watch, and the
story was paced very well. I loved the latest addition to the Rhymes with Love
series, and I’m eagerly awaiting the next book in this winning series.
“Come now, Miss Tempest, my uncle expects me to dance with
one of you,” he said as he came wavering up to her. “You cannot stand here all
night.”
She looked around for her sister, Lady Aveley. Anyone.
“I-I-I, oh dear. Mr. Rowland, I don’t believe—” she stammered out, even as Mr.
Rowland took her hand, his strong, sure fingers lacing around hers.
No man had ever just come up and claimed her before for the
simple reason that Kempton was a small village, and everyone knew (thanks in no
small part to Mrs. Bagley-Butterton) that dancing with Lavinia was akin to
asking to have your toes trimmed—or those of your neighbors—or to have
something valuable broken.
Or a section of your house scorched.
Mr. Rowland, completely unaware of the mortal danger into
which he was placing himself and a good portion of London society, just caught
hold of her hand and tugged her out onto the floor, utterly and completely deaf
to her protests.
“No, please, sir, I don’t think this is wise,” she told him.
And she meant it. This was a very bad notion.
But unfortunately, her protests had no effect on Mr. Rowland,
horrible scoundrel that he was …
Has that been mentioned as yet? That Mr. Alaster Rowland,
the presumptive heir to his uncle’s barony, is the worst sort of knave? It
should be. And often.
He was also the most handsome devil Lavinia Tempest had ever
met. Or had held her hand. Or smiled down at her with a wicked light in his
eyes.
Lavinia had never seen brown eyes hold that sort of promise,
the kind that sent a shiver of something so delicious, so dangerous, down her
spine that she made a note right there and then to add a new rule to her list
at her first opportunity:
No. 83. A proper gentleman should not make one’s insides get
so very warm.
In truth, as Mr. Alaster Rowland slid his hand around her
waist, took her other hand in his, something altogether improper happened to
Lavinia.
It had to be improper, for it certainly wasn’t proper.
“Mr. Rowland, I cannot,” she protested one last time, when to
her horror, the band struck up a cotillion.
A cotillion? The last time she’d tried to dance a cotillion,
Lady Essex’s house, Foxgrove, had caught fire.
Yet here was Mr. Rowland, laughing and leaning closer. “But
of course you can,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
It was as if he had brushed his fingers there —right against
the curve of her neck. It was so intimate, so promising a gesture, that it left
Lavinia in a blinding daze.
Yet Lavinia, the girl who had made a study of all things
proper, knew exactly how to behave when all was proceeding at a proper pace,
but right now she was being steered down a path she’d never taken before and
assailed by a river of improper desire.
At least she assumed they were desires, for it was a dangerous,
heady sort of warmth spreading through her limbs.
That, and something else happened. Her feet—which before had
always seemed two sizes too big—untangled. It was as if the warmth of Mr.
Rowland’s touch, his teasing glance, his confidence in her, awakened a very
graceful part of her.
Lavinia straightened, head held just so, and a long-forgotten
admonishment from the dancing master Lady Hathaway had hired years ago, tripped
through her thoughts.
Dancing is all about elegance.
And right there and then, Lavinia felt elegant. Not because
her gown was proper. Or that she was standing on the dance floor of Almack’s
(though that certainly helped) but because the man gazing down at her held her,
not at arm’s length and in obvious fear, but with all the proper care and
respect of a gentleman.
Moments later, Lavinia Tempest found herself dancing.
Perfectly. Like a lady. Mr. Rowland moved, as did everyone
else, and Lavinia moved as
And in the right direction.
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ELIZABETH BOYLE has always loved
romance and
now lives it each and every day by writing adventurous and passionate stories
that readers from all around the world have described as “page-turners.” Since
her first book was published, she’s seen her romances become New York
Times and USA Today bestsellers and win the RWA RITA
Award and the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice awards. She resides in Seattle
with her family, her garden and always growing collection of yarn. Readers can
visit her on the Web at www.elizabethboyle.com.
