Friday, January 29, 2016

Blog Tour - The Knave of Hearts (Rhymes With Love, #5) by Elizabeth Boyle 4star Historical Tutoring

The Knave of Hearts
Rhymes With Love #5
By: Elizabeth Boyle
Releasing January 26, 2016

Avon

4star Historical Tutoring in Catching a Man.

This read was certainly what you would expect plus more from the series Rhymes With Love by Elizabeth Boyle. There is no reason someone could not just jump right in and begin reading from this book and move forward and just circle back when time permits.  Or you could even read a few chapters of this book and bounce back and read some of The Viscount Who Lived Down the Lane, Rhymes With love #4. Each book has one of the Tempest twins (Lavinia & Louisa).

I had great fun reading this entanglement of Lavinia Tempest and Alaster "Tuck" Rowlan. The meeting on the dance floor was so worth it. There is so much there that you just have to read further to unravel their unique story. 

Lavinia is doing what most young ladies of her age and standing in society must do to secure their future. She is heading to London for her season and a husband. Not all things go according to plan and it all makes for a delightful read.

Tuck goes into this wanting to help a young lady gain the affection of any man she desires but he get caught up in his own makings. 

Their journey to the end is not all hearts and flowers. There are some obstacle place before them that makes this a difficult ride for the. There are many things standing in their way beginning Lavinia's mother's past and  Tuck has a past he wants to stay hidden. There is a villain and that baggage. There is humor, emotions, reconciliation, bonding, and more. 

If you have the time I recommend taking a long weekend and grab all 6 books in this series. Find your own space, some snacks, a bottle or two of wine, warm blanket, a comfy place to sit/lay/lounge, and dive right in to this deliciously delightful series. 

Rhymes With Love series:
Along Came A Duke - Rhymes With Love, #1
And The Miss Ran Away With The Rake - Rhymes With Love, #2
Have You Any Rogues? - Rhymes With Love, #2.5
If Wishes Were Earls - Rhymes With Love, #3
The Viscount Down Who Lived Down The Lane - Rhymes With Love, #4
The Knave of Hearts - Rhymes With Love, #5




Author Info

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.


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“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 desires.

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 well.

And in the right direction.


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