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REVIEW: Never Kiss a Rake by Anne Stuart

Dear Ms. Stuart:

In 2010, you released two enjoyable historical romances in your The House of  Rohan series (not to be confused with the Kings of Rohan). The two books, Reckless and Ruthless, featured classic Stuart heroes: gorgeous, sexy men with power and wealth who nefariously seduce spinster heroines whom they then fall deeply, irrevocably in love with. My favorite of the two Rohan books is Reckless whose hero, Adrian, is a sinfully magnetic rake. Now, in the mid 1800′s Adrian was not a common name for men. I am thus baffled you, in Never Kiss a Rake, named the hero of this novel Adrian too. The only answer I can come up with is that Never Kiss a Rake is a rehash of names, personalities, plot, and prose from your earlier books. If there’s an original thing in this book–other than the heroine having had small pox as a child–I missed it.

Never Kiss a Rake by Anne StuartThe heroine of this book, Bryony Russell, has been left penniless by her ostensibly feckless father. Bryony (like Elinor Harriman, the cranky heroine of Ruthless) is responsible for her sisters (one of whom is gorgeous just like Lydia in Ruthless). Bryony is convinced that her father, in the weeks before his death, was swindled then murdered by one of his investors. She leaves her sisters with their kindly elderly Nanny (there’s one of these in Ruthless too) and gets herself hired as the housekeeper in the house of one such investor, Adrian Bruton, Earl of Kilmartyn.

Adrian Bruton is a notorious womanizer with a faithless, evil wife whom he stays married to under the threat of blackmail. He’s a celebrious Cyprian who drinks far more than he should, is seemingly self-indulgent, and has few compunctions about going after what he wants. (Are there any guilt-stricken Stuart heroes?) Like Adrian the first, he’s gorgeous, tall, graceful, with a full mouth and bright eyes. From the moment he sees Bryony, he considers seducing her–like many a Stuart hero, her primness strikes him as wildly erotic. She’s calling herself Mrs. Greaves, but he’s sure there’s never been a Mr. Greaves and that she’s untouched. She’s prickly–her personality reminds me greatly of the heroine of Ruthless–and Adrian decides to mess with her just because he can.

Bryony moves in Adrian’s household and, despite being from the upper class, not only pulls off being a housekeeper but does a ridiculously good job at it as well. The servants–the ones she doesn’t fire–all come to love her and work to protect her from both Adrian’s dissolute charms and from the nastiness of Cecily, Lady Kilmartyn.

When Bryony is not scrubbing, polishing, cleaning, or supervising, she’s obsessing over Adrian.

Is he her father’s betrayer? Why does he put up with his witch of a wife? What would his lips feel like if she stole a kiss  from his beautiful mouth when he’s passed out drunk (answer: firm and with a hint of the “smoky flavor of the whiskey“)? Why did he use the world “orgasmic” to describe the way she eats and what does that word mean anyway? And what on earth would happen if she accidentally on-purpose wandered in to his bed one night and, horrors of horrors, he was in it? And he was naked?

“Are you going to rape me?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t have to. I could have you eating out of my hand if I set my mind to it.”

She ground her teeth. “I am not a virgin, I am not puritanical, we are not going to have any kind of . . . carnal debauchery at all. Now let me up.”

He didn’t laugh at her this time. He fell back against the mattress with a weary sigh, still holding on to her wrist. “Now that’s the damnable problem, my angel. I’m all set to play the villain, have my disgusting, delicious way with you to both your pleasure and mine, and you say something completely adorable like ‘carnal debauchery.’ How is a man to react to something like that?”

“He’s supposed to release me.”

“I ought to,” he said. “If I had any scrap of decency left in me.” He turned his face, and she could see him in the shaft of moonlight, his skin white gold. It was then she realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Realized that he wasn’t wearing anything at all. “Fortunately,” he added, “any decency is long gone.” And he pulled her over on top of him.

“If you keep this up I’m going to get dizzy.” This time she managed a satisfactorily dry, cautious tone.

He put his lips to her ear, and she could feel his hot breath against her skin. “You already are dizzy, my dear Miss Greaves. Your heart is pounding, your pulses are racing, and your nipples are hard. I’m willing to bet my sweet little virgin is wet.”

She frowned, ignoring the nipple part. “Wet?”

“Between your legs. It’s a sign of arousal, your body readying itself for mine.”

“That’s disgusting.”

Well, the sex isn’t disgusting but it’s prosaic. It’s possible I’ve read too many Anne Stuart novels but I feel sure I’ve read every sex scene in this book before. Adrian’s a god in bed who, even as he murmurs he shouldn’t, takes her virginity and teaches her the joys of one or two Latin terms. Bryony needs loads of reassurance her flaws (a slightly pockmarked side of her face and lack of familiarity with male anatomy) don’t make her unworthy of his ministrations. Even as she moans beneath him, she wonders if he’s a murderer. (I can think of at least eight Stuart heroines who’ve quivered and questioned in the same way.)

It’s annoying to spend so much time reading about Bryony’s fears about Adrian because there’s no suspense whatsoever about whom the big bad really is. And, if you’ve read the heroine in danger scene at the end of Reckless, you’ve more or less read the heroine in danger scene at the end of Never Kiss a Rake.

I like many of Anne Stuart’s novels. I like some of her books that are obviously derivative of other Stuart works. The entire Ice series shares many similarities none of which kept me from enjoying (most 0f) them. Never Kiss a Rake is, however, derivative and dull. The former characteristic highlights the latter. In the hands of a weaker writer, this book would have gotten a D from me. Ms. Stuart writes well, however, and her prose is smooth and assured. I’m going with a C-.

Dabney

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I loved romances when, back in the mid 70's, in junior high, I read every Barbara Cartland novel I could check out from the library. Then, thanks to a savvy babysitter, I got my hands on the hot stuff. To this day I can remember how astonishingly steamy I found Rosemary Rogers' Sweet Savage Love. I abandoned romance when I went to college and didn't pick one up again until 2007 when I got my first Kindle. Since then, I’ve read countless romances; loved many, liked more, hated some. Most of what I read is historical and contemporary romance, but I’m open to almost any genre. I like my books to have sizzle, wit, and plots that make sense. I’d take sexy over sweet any day. I’m a sucker for smart heroes and smart-mouthed heroines. When not reading or writing about reading, or wishing I could rule the world, I'm meddling in the lives of my kids--I have four, ages 17 to 21--, managing my husband's practice, doing bossy volunteer work, and hanging out with Dr. Feelgood.

9 Comments

  1. Sasha
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 11:16:29

    I’ve only read three Stuarts—her House of Rohan series, and that in quick succession. I liked its prose (“smooth and assured,” truebeans) and how it took itself seriously (I think I was having a surfeit of sickly-sweet Julia Quinns then?) And, well, it’s a wee bit alarming to know that Stuart seems like she just doesn’t want to try anymore. I shrugged at the similarity of the series’ titles, but jeesh—was this book cobbled together with a Romance Novel Generator, the only metric being “Anne Stuart books”?

    That cover’s mighty gorgeous, though. Damn.

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  2. Dabney
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 11:22:31

    @Sasha: No. If you haven’t read any other Stuarts other than the Rohans, pick something else from her catalog. To Love a Dark Lord is a good historical as is A Rose at Midnight. Several of her romantic suspense books are great fun too: Black Ice, Cold as Ice, and Nightfall.

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  3. Sasha
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 13:04:11

    @Dabney: I’d edited my comment, because I realized (too late) that I sounded silly asking if I’d still wanted to read a book that was already described as “derivative and dull.” [Whew, run-on sentence party!] Thanks, though; I’ll keep an eye out for Dark Lord and Rose—it’s becoming more and more difficult to find historical romance novels that I can jive with.

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  4. leslie
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 15:32:48

    Just 5 minutes ago I got an e-mail that this book was ready for me to pick-up at the library. So not interested now that I’ve read your review. THANKS!

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  5. Cassandra B.
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 15:39:21

    Does the book address the fact that the hero is married? Just curious.

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  6. Dabney
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 15:52:04

    @Cassandra B.: Yes. Unimaginatively.

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  7. Evangeline
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 20:32:15

    Could it be that Stuart is “rewriting” the Rohan series now that she’s with another publisher? Like Tracy Grant rebooting her Melanie & Charles series with a new pseudonym and new names for the characters?

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  8. Dabney
    Aug 24, 2013 @ 23:04:37

    @Evangeline: Why? It’s so insulting to her fans.

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  9. Larissa
    Sep 07, 2013 @ 14:19:24

    There’s one other thing that should be mentioned and isn’t. Anne relies on a common negative stigma in this book and she does it to two characters.

    She “gives” both the “witchy” wife and Byrony’s mother migraines. She also turns Byrony’s mother into a drug addict because of her migraines (I’m guessing)? For people who have migraines and have struggled to overcome these stigmas for years? This is a smack in the face and a trope we thought authors had wisely moved past.

    I am so disappointed to see it used not once but twice and not only used but used to indicate “bad character” by an author I like(d).

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