by Tammy L. Bailey
Released
December 7, 2015
Wild Rose Press
Wild Rose Press
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Lord Bachelor . . .
A cross between historic regency romance and contemporary reality present. Fairy tales can live in the presents of contemporary American. When English nobility meets American commonwealth. Reality TV brings more forms of classes together and then there was the reality of what they got into.
I found it to b cleaver way to bring historical classic and fairy tales to the fore ground in modern contemporary times. I had a bit of Jane Austen and some of Cinderella, but it gave more of the current reality tv of today. All these worlds came together in the contemporary romance of the new adult era.
Edumund was tasked with carry out the task of becoming a wedded adult in order to inherit the vast family fortune. He was not just to wed anyone. He had to marry a woman of wealth of her own. This was the combining of two family with wealth. Historical Regency England.
Abby was as common as they come with it comes to women in America. She meets and finds her prince charming, but he has some issue of his own. The least of them being needed a wealthy wife. As things progress they begin to fine more and more common ground, but Abby finds out something she was not meant to know. She makes a decision. Right or Wrong? Its done.
I get me a delightful read that gives me some of the better part of romance novels that I love. I will be returning to this read again.
**This
ARC was provided via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Edmund Rushwood is a single English lord in possession of a great fortune who is in desperate need of a rich wife. In accordance with his father’s will, Edmund has until he turns twenty-six to find a wealthy bride or lose his vast inheritance. To retain his selfish lifestyle, he agrees to join an American dating game show to find the woman who can save him. He doesn’t bargain on meeting Abby Forester, an impoverished, spirited American woman who is content to live out her father’s dreams in his vintage record shop.
With covert intervention from an unlikely source, Abby lands on the dating game show as one of Edmund’s potential brides. As their worlds entangle and love begins to bloom, Abby discovers Edmund cannot marry her and retain his wealth at the same time. Will love keep them together, or will greed triumph and tear them apart?
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He
smiled. “Just say thank you, and we’ll call it even.”
For a long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”
His smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of appreciation.”
Abby exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”
“Lord,” he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”
For a long moment, she stared at him, mouth agape, not sure if this was some sort of British humor she didn’t understand. Well, she supposed it didn’t cost her anything to give him what he wanted. “Thank you.”
His smile widened. “I thought American girls were all about, uhm,” he paused, his gaze sliding to her slightly parted lips, “…affectionate forms of appreciation.”
Abby exhaled. Did he really expect her to kiss him? Well, she wasn’t going to, no matter how many times her gaze wandered to his mouth. “I don’t know you, and you certainly don’t know me, Mr. —”
“Lord,” he corrected her with the slightest conceited bow. “Lord Rushwood.”
She
resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Pardon me. Lord Rushwood.”
“You
may still call me Edmund.”
This time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream. He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.
This time she brought her hands to her face, ready to let out a frustrated scream. He didn’t move as she parted her fingers and peeked through them. Growing more annoyed, she dropped her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders.
"I
have thanked you…Edmund, so I will not be wrapping my arms around your neck and
inviting you up for a night of, whatever you call it in England—”
“Rogering? Shagging?”
She closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied, trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.
“Rogering? Shagging?”
She closed her eyes and brought in a therapeutic breath. “Never mind,” she replied, trying to extinguish the blush spreading like a wildfire into her face.
Author Info
Tammy L. Bailey is
a wife and a mother of a Jedi and a future fill-in drummer for The Rolling
Stones, The Who, or any other 70's band. I enjoy watching Jane Austen movie
adaptations, afternoon football, eating Thai food, and spending down time with
my husband and two sons. I don't have any pets, but when I was young, I had a
black lab we called Satan. Her name was originally Satin, but two very young
girls with southern accents mispronounced the word. She was the best dog in the
entire world. I have a twin sister and three other siblings. I am also a third
generation veteran, and I love eating Milk Duds with my popcorn during Star
Wars movie nights.
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