Monday, February 1, 2016

Blog Tour - My American Duchess by Eloisa James 5star American Invasion

  My American Duchess
By: Eloisa James
Releasing January 26, 2016
Avon

I found this to be 5star Historical American Invasion into the upper crust of British society.  This American has made her way into society in a grand way. Whether this is the proper way of society is left to be determined. Or not.   I find Eloisa James brand of historical romance to be vibrant, filling, drawing, encompassing. 
It's a stand-alone novel!
I may write a novella
for one character,
but that's it.
I hope you enjoy!
 ~
Eloisa

Must I remind that this is a fictional historical romance. I expect a bit of fluff, whimsical, fantasy. 

With this all said, the growth of Merry is something to see for yourself. She grows from a child want her own toy to a woman with a mind of her own and knowing exactly what it is that she wants. Even faced with the repeated rejection of Trent. She persevered to maintain her love because this was true to her.  

This man. This hero. He is suppose to be the Duke of Trent. Where is the command. The backbone. The common ducal sense. I found him lacking at points. Horny in others. And over sexed in others. But that did not take the fun that I was having. Merry is the story. No matter how minor the plot actual took part here. I found her to steal the show all the way. 

Fluff-n-fanciful, well, duhhhhhhhhhhh. Its a historical romance. I wanted a fantasy when I picked this up to read and I got one when all was said and done. One that I enjoyed. 

My American Duchess is a stand-alone novel that may someday in the future may get a novella for one of the other characters. That sound like a plus to me. I wish I could predict which one it could be. 

Now comes the time for me to tell you to grab your favorite corner, blanket, hot drink, and reading implement and dig your heels in for a vibrantly filling historical read. This one is one of an American meeting her Englishman. Enjoy. And while your at it find another in the long list of book Eloisa has available in other historical series. 


**This ARC was provided via Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review.**

Historical Series from Eloisa James:
With This Kiss (3 books) 
Desperate Duchesses (9 books) 
Fairy Tales (5 books) 
Essex Sisters (4 books)  
Duchess Quartet (5 books) 

Author Info
A New York Times bestselling author, Eloisa James is a professor of English literature who lives with her family in New York, but who can sometimes be found in Paris or Italy. (Her husband is an honest to goodness Italian knight!) Eloisa’s website offers short stories, extra chapters, and even a guide to shopping in Florence. Visit her at www.eloisajames.com.


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He didn’t move. “Tell me, do you consider yourself representative of American ladies?”
“In some respects,” she said, hesitating.
His smile deepened. “How do American ladies compare to their English counterparts?”
“Well, American ladies prefer to speak rather than warble,” Merry said, with a mischievous grin. “We never faint, and our constitutions are far hardier than those of delicate English gentlewomen. Oh, and we add tea to our milk, rather than the other way around.”
“You are of the impression that ‘delicate’ characterizes the fair sex as represented tonight in Lady Portmeadow’s ballroom?”
Merry pursed her lips, thinking of the hawk-eyed ladies who ruled over London society. “Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Englishwomen aspire to delicacy, and American women do not. For my part, I believe that a woman’s temperament is something she ought to be able to decide for herself. I have no plan to have an attack of the vapors now, nor shall I in the future.”
“I’ve heard about these ‘vapors,’ but I have yet to see a woman faint,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.
He had a nice chest. Her eyes drifted all the way down to his powerful thighs, before she recovered herself and snapped her gaze back to his face. His expression was unchanged, so hopefully he hadn’t noticed her impropriety.
Still, in the back of her mind, she admitted that Aunt Bess was right: on the right man, snug silk pantaloons were an undeniably appealing fashion.
He was patiently waiting for her to respond. He had a kind of power about him that had nothing to do with fashion. Now she thought of it, she had seen that kind of self-possession before: in the Mohawk warrior she’d once met as a girl.
She shook her head, pushing the thought away. “Not even once? In that case, you’re either lucky or remarkably unobservant. Didn’t you notice the fuss earlier this evening when Miss Cernay collapsed?”
“I arrived only a quarter of an hour ago. Why did Miss Cernay faint?”
“She claimed a mouse ran up her leg.”
“That is highly improbable,” he remarked, a sardonic light in his eyes. “Lady Portmeadow is notorious for her frugality, and not even mice care to starve.”
“Miss Cernay’s claim is not the point,” Merry explained. “She was likely groped by Lord Ma—by someone, and fainted from pure shock. Or perhaps she feigned a swoon to avoid further indignities. Either way, I promise you that an American lady would have taken direct action.”
He unfolded his arms and his eyes narrowed. “Am I to infer that you know who this blackguard was because he groped you as well?”
“‘Grope’ is perhaps too strong,” Merry said, noticing the air of menace that suddenly hung about those large shoulders. “‘Fondle’ would be more accurate.”
Her clarification didn’t improve matters. “Who was it?” he demanded. His brows were a dark line.
She certainly didn’t want to be responsible for an unpleasant confrontation. “I haven’t any idea,” she said, fibbing madly.
“I collect that you did not faint.”
“Certainly not. I defended myself.”
“I see,” he said, looking interested. “How did you do that, exactly?”
“I stuck him with my hatpin,” Merry explained.
“Your hatpin?”
She nodded, and showed him one of the two diamond hatpins adorning the top of her gloves. “In America, we pleat silk gloves at the top and thread a hatpin through. They hold up your gloves, but they can also be used to ward off wandering hands.”
“Very resourceful,” he said with a nod.
“Yes, well, the lord in question might have squealed loudly,” she told him impishly. “Everyone might have turned around to look. And I might have patted his arm and said that I knew that boils could be very troublesome. Did you know, by the way, that a treatment of yarrow is used for boils, but it will also stop a man’s hair from falling out?”
She could feel herself turning pink. He had no need of that remedy. Although cropped short, his hair was quite thick, as best she could see on the shadowy balcony.
But he gave a deep chuckle, and Merry relaxed, realizing that it was the first time all week—perhaps even all month—she felt free to be herself. This man actually seemed to like it when a bit of information escaped from her mouth.
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