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REVIEW: The Lady Risks All by Stephanie Laurens

Dear Ms. Laurens,

Your latest book, The Lady Risks All, is almost 500 pages. That was at least 350 too many for me.

In many ways, this is a typical Laurens book—although it differs in one excellent way. The man has enough sexual experience to train several brothels; the virginal heroine is so responsive to his touch it’s a wonder she can hold hands without sexually exploding. There is a large family with enough wealth to rescue at least part of the Greek economy. The language, especially that of the love scenes, is intricate and studded with fragments. The sex scenes go on forever.

The Lady Risks All by Stephanie LaurensIn some Laurens books, this combination works. I regard Devil’s Bride and A Secret Love with nostalgic fondness: they were two of the books I read when I returned to reading romance five years ago. In The Lady Risks All, however, none of these pieces is done especially well and, the novel, the very long, overwritten novel, is a chore to read.

As the book begins, a young lord with a gift for gambling discovers his older brother has ruined the family holdings. Poverty beckons for the Delbraiths unless a solution can be found. Julian Delbraith sacrifices his life to save his family: he leaves society, uses his gambling skills to become the owner of many of London’s most successful hells, and funnels his family money to restore them to their place of fabulous wealth. He takes the name Neville Roscoe and believes he is forever forbidden to publicly be a Delbraith and a member of the ton.

Roscoe, as he is called, is one of those figures found only in fiction: a gangster who’s really a good guy. He’s such a good guy, in fact, that for fun, he runs a group—the rest are of the ton—that funds local charities. One of the gentlemen in this group is young Roderick Clifford (the only one not of the nobility, but he’s got a fortune) who lives a few doors down from Roscoe’s palatial home. Roderick shares his home with two very repressive aunts for whom propriety is everything and his elder sister, Miranda.

Lady Miranda is twenty-nine and has almost no life. Her aunts, terrified she’ll repeat the mistakes her mother made, have kept Miranda on a very short leash. She has an utterly uninspiring suitor, a fear Roderick will do something stupid, and very little to occupy her time. One night, Miranda sees Roderick slip out of their house late at night and walk into Roscoe’s. Miranda is sure he’s up to no good and follows him. She sneaks into the house and rather than finding her errant sibling, encounters Roscoe. After showing her what her brother is really up to—overseeing a small bailiff-run school in Battersea—Roscoe walks her home. They are, of course, wildly attracted to each other but given Miranda’s unyielding propensity for respectability and Roscoe’s notorious reputation, both walk away.

Miranda plans never to lay eyes on Roscoe again until Roderick goes seriously missing.  The aunts refuse to allow Miranda to go to the authorities—imagine the scandal!—so Miranda heads back to Roscoe’s home and asks him for his help in finding her brother. Surprising me, if not Miranda, Roscoe immediately says yes and sends his henchmen out to cull the streets for news.

Miranda and Roscoe then spend days searching for Roderick all over England and, as they spend time together, they oh so slowly fall in passionate love. And I do mean slowly. They share their first kiss on page 141 and finally make it into bed on page 180. It’s par for the course in this book that their first night of passion takes seven pages to describe, each filled with paragraphs like these:

The sensation of him within her, hard and heavy, so alien, so male, at her core, was so much more than she’d imagined. So much more intense, more intimate.

More cataclysmically real.

Gasping, desperately panting, her wits flown, her senses rioting, she held him, moved with him, and quickly learned the knack, found the rhythm. Slick and hot, he filled her, and she urged him on, receiving and glorying in each powerful thrust, in every scintillating sensation.

When he lowered his head and nudged, she tipped up her face and let him kiss her, let him claim her mouth as together they whirled.

Into a conflagration of need, of greedy, raking passion.

Into a furnace where desire flared, rapacious and hungry, and filled them. Drove them.

Into a whirlpool of searing sensation that swept them up, up, until she shattered on a peak of coruscating pleasure, of ecstasy so sharp it seared her soul.

Once Miranda and Roscoe discover carnal joy, they engage in it as often as they can. This novel has pages and pages of bursting, soaring, whirling, cataclysmic passion that always leaves the two wracked on some blissful paradisiacal shore. When they aren’t in bed, they search for Roderick. These two activities go on for hundreds of pages. Rarely has attempted murder and constant seduction struck me as soporific, but in A Lady Risks All, I found it dangerous to read after ten at night.

I couldn’t get into this book. Furthermore, although this is not my area of expertise—I usually don’t think I know enough about English history to judge a book mistorical—it seems unbelievable to me that Miranda could traipse across the British Isle with a man she’s neither related or married to and not have everyone around her have a conniption.

The most interesting issue in the book—whether the hero remains as Roscoe which means his social status is beneath Miranda’s or whether he embraces his birthright in which case she’s now beneath him—is explored in such depth that it loses its impact. The reader knows there will be a happy ending—this is both a romance and a Stephanie Laurens book—and it’s frustrating to drudge through so many unnecessary pages to get there.

So, no, I didn’t like this book. That said, there is one aspect of it I thought pretty damn great. It has a heroine who becomes completely in charge of her choices, her sexuality, and her life outcomes. This sort of woman is so different that Ms. Laurens’s usual heroine, especially those of her famed Cynster set. Miranda is self-reliant—once she escapes her despotic aunts—she’s essentially a modern heroine. She decides when to make love, when to ask for help, and what sort of future she wants. This makes the novel temporally implausible, yes, but it’s nice to see Ms. Laurens leave behind the easily molded heroines of her past works. I particularly liked that while Miranda totally digs sleeping with the amorously exceptional Roscoe, the great sex she’s getting doesn’t sway her decisions.

I’ve read many of Ms. Laurens’s books—there’s something about her love stories I’ve often found alluring even when her prose has made me roll my eyes. But this book and the one I read before reading it–The Capture of the Earl of Glencrae–were such slogs I’m not sure I’ll try another. Instead, when I’m jonesing for whatever it is in Ms. Laurens’s books I like, I’ll pick up Devil’s Bride and watch Devil work his alpha magic on Honoria. As for The Lady Risks All, I don’t recommend it, not even for die-hard Laurens lovers. I give it a C-.

Sincerely,

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.

12 Comments

  1. Sarah
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 11:10:42

    This review totally made me laugh. I stopped reading Laurens ages ago but reading the paragraphs you provided definitely brought on a chuckle at how very descriptive sex is for this woman. Wow.

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  2. Phyllis
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 12:08:46

    Was she “cindered”?

    And it sounds typical of her novels lately: plot up to page 180, then sex scenes.

    I do like reading them as a bit of escapism if I haven’t read anything by her in a long while, but yeah, I’d rather go back to the early Cynsters.

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  3. HG
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 12:14:34

    I can say without a doubt I won’t read this book. I stopped reading Lauren eons ago, and I usually don’t read reviews of her books either.. but you definitely had me at “Your latest book, The Lady Risks All, is almost 500 pages. That was at least 350 too many for me”. LOLOL! One of the MAIN reasons I stopped reading her >.<

    I love this review! I was updated on what she's doing.. (apparently the same old story) O____O I LOLed with the one "excellent difference". Yeahh right!

    I'm sorry you had to go through the 350 rest of the pages but I'm glad you did and wrote this!

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  4. Wendy
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 13:25:41

    I struggled to get into this. I stopped reading. Started again when I didn’t have anything else to read. Stopped again. (Repeat.) In the end, I don’t even think I made it to the first kiss. I liked the concept, and I liked the direction I could feel Laurens taking Miranda. That is about all.
    Great review, though. You made me pretty glad I didn’t get to the love scenes. I would have stopped then for sure. The result may have been eye strain due to extreme rolling of said orbs.

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  5. Mary Beth
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 13:51:58

    I had to stop reading Laurens because I just couldn’t take the sentence fragments. Even the short excerpt you included was packed with them. It’s just poor writing and turned every one of her books into a wall-banger for me.

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  6. Sandra
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 17:56:46

    So, just for curiosity’s sake (as I’m another reader who gave up on Laurens long ago), how many times did she use some form of the word “evoke”?

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  7. Leslie
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 18:13:19

    I stopped reading Laurens after the twins, but I always love to read Dabney’s reviews of her books. Much more amusing.

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  8. B. Sullivan
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 20:17:45

    I really like the part about the heroine getting to make her own choices – but yeah, not really fitting with the times.

    But the part of me that can giggle at this sort of thing is really sort of enjoying the conflagration + furnace + whirlpool quote. Or trying to picture that, anyway. It sounds like some kind of physics experiment with the elements.

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  9. Dabney
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 22:12:54

    @Sandra: 13 according to my Kindle count!

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  10. Dabney
    Oct 26, 2012 @ 22:13:17

    @Leslie: Thanks. She’s fun to review–she’s so over the top!

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  11. eggs
    Oct 28, 2012 @ 03:01:18

    I love Lauren’s early Cynster books, especially Devil’s Bride which I re-read every year. I have to admit I skip the sex scenes in her books after the first one where they finally ‘do it’. I find this reduces the books by at least a third with nothing lost. Reading the sex scenes is not only tedious, but they often make the characters seem ludicrous.

    In a recent re-read of Devil’s Bride I noticed that Honoria has this continual problem whereby she literally cannot breath when Devil is kissing her. She even comes close to passing out due to lack of oxgen. A big deal is made of the fact that she eventually ‘learns to breath through his kiss’ and ‘take her breath from him’ or something, and this problem goes away. After reading it for the umpteenth time it finally occurred to me that if Honoria cannot physically breath when Devil is kissing her then either a) she’s a horrible mouth-breather who can’t breath through her nose; or b) Devil’s kissing technique is so incredibly slobbery and open-mouthed that he’s actually covering her nostrils with his mouth when he kisses her. Or both. Either way, not sexy!

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