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REVIEW:  Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare

REVIEW: Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare

Dear Ms. Dare:

It’s fairly well known that I am suffering a historical romance malaise so I admit that my grade and response to this book may be disproportional to others.  I was engaged and charmed from the first chapter to the last and didn’t hesitate to put the book down once. I’d be hard pressed to say that about most books these days, let alone a historical.

Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa DareGriffin York, the Duke of Halford, is kidnapped by his mother and taken to “Spinster Cove” where he is ordered to find a woman to wed.  Judith York, the current Duchess of Halford is tired of being the matriarch and wants Griffin to do his duty.  She literally drugs him, stuffs him in a carriage and takes him to Spinster Cove where she boasts that she can turn any woman into a duchess.  Griffin chooses Pauline Simms, the waitress at the Bull and Blossom tavern.

Pauline eyed Griffin as he walked in and pegged him as some other girl’s prince. She admired his fine form and his obvious wealth but all that turned sour when he decided to play some game with her.  At first I was worried this was “make fun of the poor girl” but it wasn’t because Pauline wouldn’t allow herself to be the butt of any joke.  She pushes back, forcing both Griffin and his mother’s hands.

Whatever stubborn, unfeeling game this duke and his mother were playing, they were gaining a third player in Pauline.

What’s more, Pauline was going to win.

Turning her gaze to the duke, she gave him a bold, unashamed inspection. No chore there. The man truly was a fine specimen of masculinity, from broad shoulders to sculpted thighs. If he could ogle her, why couldn’t she look right back?

“Cor.” She unleashed her broadest country accent as she tipped her head to admire the lower curve of his tight, aristocratic arse. “I’ll have great fun with you on the wedding night.”

When Griff is taken to Pauline’s home, his conscience begins to poke at him.  Not only can he see that Pauline is smart (both of wit and mouth) but she has her own pride.  Further, he sees that her father doesn’t value her much.  He offers Pauline a bargain she really can’t turn down. He’ll pay her an amazing sum of money to travel to London with him and his mother and play the role of protege to his mother’s maestro for one week.  Pauline can use that money to buy herself a small cottage and provide for her and his sister.

But once in London, Pauline is presented with a challenge. More than once she’s presented with the response that something wasn’t for her. Whether it was a book or merely looking good in a magnificent frock.  Pauline’s response is always the same.  She moves toward the challenge and not away which was exactly consistent with the manner in which she acted when Griff and Judith York first encountered her.

In this fairytale, we want Pauline to get the prince because we love Pauline. She’s not just a decent person who has tried to provide for her sister, save some money for herself, and simply try to enjoy the lot she’s been given but she’s smart and refuses to be the victim of anyone, including Griff and his mother. So is Griff good enough for Pauline?

Yes.  Griff is quick witted, often making wry comments in the face of possible embarrassment.

Just follow my lead. It’s the only way to make a quick escape.”

They waltzed their way around the ballroom. Because of the way his sleeve was caught on her gown, Griff had to hold his arm jutting out like a chicken wing. Without his hand on her back, he couldn’t lead her properly. Pauline was left to chase him across the dance floor in tiny, tiptoeing steps.

At last they reached the doors to the garden.

“I’ve never seen that waltz before,” an elderly matron remarked.

“A Hungarian variation, madam.” He held open the door for Pauline. “All the rage in Vienna.”

The best part of this writing is that I’m not told that Pauline is resourceful or that Griffin is witty.  It’s shown to me in each interaction.

It’s not all funny jokes about poor dancing because Griff’s reason for not marrying stems out of a real grief, one that brings him and his mother closer together but drives him apart from Pauline.

Possibly the downside of this book is two fold.  First, some might find Pauline a bit too perfect. Not only is she pretty and self possessed, but she has only a few qualms in entering society.  Her language and speech, for a barmaid, is not at all presented as an impediment. She makes friends with the servants and is able to play Handel on goblets filled with water. In her own way, Pauline is a bit of a paragon but she was a delight to me and I thought Griffin was a perfect match for her. B+

Best regards,

Jane

 

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REVIEW:  Beauty and the Blacksmith by Tessa Dare

REVIEW: Beauty and the Blacksmith by Tessa Dare

Dear Ms. Dare,

I may have had it with Spindle Cove, your Regency-era haven for unusual young women and the men who love them.* The place has become nettlesomely toothsome, rather like Gwyeth Paltrow gushing over adorable organic baby blankets. This novella, Beauty and the Blacksmith, is a quick, easy read, the equivalent of a too small serving of trifle served with a half cup of over-sweetened tea.

Beauty and the Blacksmith by Tessa DareThe fairest maiden in Spindle Cove is Diana Highwood. Diana is the well-behaved sister of my favorite of all the Spindle Cove spinsters, Minerva, the heroine of the very amusing A Week to Be Wicked. In the books preceeding this one, Diana’s role has been to be a gorgeous, delicate foil for her matrimony-obsessed mother, Mrs. Highwood. Mrs. Highwood is a good example of why I’ve grown tired of quaint Spindle Cove. In every scene she’s in, she makes the same inane assertions. Diana is so lovely, every titled man in England must fall for her. Diana is so striking that if she’d just try a bit harder, she could land a Duke. She’s a one punchline joke I’ve encountered too many times.

In Beauty and the Blacksmith, Diana, like the reader, is uninterested in her mother’s marital schemes. Diana doesn’t want to wed any of the men her mother keeps throwing her at, for Diana has fallen for the village blacksmith, Aaron Dawes. She thinks he’s hotter than the forge he’s always banging away on. (I will refrain from making a smutty pun.)

Goodness. Just look at it. Thick as my ankle.

Diana Highwood took her glove and worked it like a fan, chasing the flush from her throat. She was a gentlewoman, born and raised in genteel comfort, if not opulent luxury. From an early age, she’d been marked as the hope of the family. Destined, her mother vowed, to catch a nobleman’s eye.

But here, in the smithy with Aaron Dawes, all her delicate breeding disintegrated.

How could she help staring? The man had wrists as thick as her ankle.

As always, he wore his sleeves rolled to the elbow, exposing forearms roped with muscle. He pumped the bellows, commanding the flames to dance.

Broad shoulders stretched his homespun shirt, and a leather apron hung low on his hips. As he removed the glowing bit of metal from the fire and placed it on his anvil, his open collar gaped.

Diana averted her gaze—but not fast enough. She caught a moment’s glimpse of pure, superheated virility. Sculpted chest muscles, bronzed skin, dark hair . . .

Aaron has the hots for her too. Not only is she the most beautiful girl in the world, she’s kind, resourceful, smart, too good for him, etc… Aaron knows she’s above his station but damn, it’s clear she’s as attracted to him as he is to her. He knows this because, for the last two years, she has brought him every piece of metal she owns to be repaired.

“I wonder about it. Why you come so often. Why every metal latch and clasp and rivet you possess seems to need mending of late.” His voice grew deeper, almost dreamy. “I’ve told myself you’re just bored with this village. With this weather, there’s little else to do.”

He circled her, running his finger beneath that chain. Branding her with a necklace of his touch.

“Other times”—she caught a wry note in his voice—“I decide you’ve been sent by the devil to torment me for my sins.”

He came to stand before her, holding that vial that dangled from her necklace. He pulled gently, and she swayed toward him. Just an inch.

“And then sometimes I think maybe . . . just maybe . . . you’re hoping for something to happen. Something like this.”

She swallowed hard, staring straight into the notch above his sternum. That shamelessly sensual crossroads of bone and muscle and sinew and skin.

The heat of him swamped her. She felt . . . It was so very odd, but she felt ticklish. As though every inch of her was exquisitely attuned, anticipating his touch.

Perhaps he was right.

Perhaps she had been wanting this.

He released her necklace. “Well?”

She gathered her courage and looked up at him. Outside of social calls and dinner parties, Diana had little experience with men. But if there was one thing her genteel upbringing had taught her, it was how to read an invitation.

If she gave Mr. Dawes the slightest encouragement . . .

Oh, heavens. He would kiss her. Those strong, sensual lips would be on hers, and his powerful arms would hold her tight, and there would be no taking the moment back. She would leave with a changed understanding of herself and smears of soot on her best blue frock. In the eyes of the world, she’d be soiled.

Dirty.

“I should go.” The words erupted from her throat, like a geyser of panic. “I should go.”

Diana does run away the first time he tries to kiss her, but not the second, and before you can say once upon a time, the beauty and the anything but beastly blacksmith have fallen in love.

This slight novella tells Aaron’s and Diana’s story quite straightforwardly. There’s nothing but reality standing in the way of their HEA, but, hey, this is a fairy tale.

I liked Aaron and Diana and Ms. Dare infuses her prose with her usual well-done heat. But, there’s little here (with the exception of a very odd and yet funny story about mysterious suitor named Mr. Everwood a Spindle Cove spinster named Miss Bertram natters on and on about) that’s new or exciting. And, all the things that have begun to grate on me about Spindle Cove exist in abundance in Beauty and the Blacksmith. I give it a C+.

Sincerely,

Dabney

*It turns out I’m not ready to abandon Ms. Dare’s Spindle Cove series. After reading Beauty and the Blacksmith, I read the next book, Any Duchess Will Do. It’s delightful.

 

 

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