Lady Claire Is All That
Keeping Up with the Cavendishes, #3
Keeping Up with the Cavendishes, #3
by Maya Rodale
Releasing December 27th 2016
Avon
Avon
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Lady
Claire Is All That (Keeping Up with the Cavendishes, #3) . . .
Entertaining. Intellectually
challenging at times. Narcissistic at points. This third installment in Keeping Up with the Cavendishes was
enjoyable. It gave me a different take on the American Family that came to
London to take over the dukedom and marry off the female siblings to society.
This time it was Claire turn. She was out to just have a little mathematical
fun and snare her an intelligent duke to spare with intellectually. She was
under the impression that brains won out but never in her advance mind dreamed
of brawn being on her future menu. But
with that opportunity comes a brain that works out all its advantages to the
situation presented.
Fox puts a little dent in Claire’s
plans. But he does it for purely selfish reasons never guessing that it would
backfire on him. Claire had an awakening and it would be Fox to help her fully
transform.
I have a fun read each time that I
pick up a Maya Rodale’s book.
Keeping Up with the Cavendishes series:
Lady
Bridget’s Diary – Keeping Up with the
Cavendishes, #1
Chasing
Lady Amelia – Keeping Up with the
Cavendishes, #2
Lady
Claire Is All That – Keeping Up with the
Cavendishes, #3
Blurb
Her Brains
Her Brains
Claire
Cavendish is in search of a duke, but not for the usual reasons. The man she
seeks is a mathematician; the man she unwittingly finds is Lord Fox: dynamic,
athletic, and as bored by the equations Claire adores as she is by the social
whirl upon which he thrives. As attractive as Fox is, he’s of no use to Claire
. . . or is he?
Plus
His Brawn
Fox’s
male pride has been bruised ever since his fiancée jilted him. One way to
recover: win a bet that he can transform Lady Claire, Society’s roughest
diamond, into its most prized jewel. But Claire has other ideas—shockingly
steamy ones. . .
Equals
A Study In Seduction
By
Claire’s calculations, Fox is the perfect man to satisfy her sensual curiosity.
In Fox’s estimation, Claire is the perfect woman to prove his mastery of the
ton. But the one thing neither of them counted on is love . . .
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London, 1824
Lord and Lady Chesham’s ballroom
It
was a truth universally acknowledged that Maximilian Frederick DeVere, Lord
Fox, was God’s gift to the ladies of London. He was taller and brawnier than
his peers and in possession of the sort of chiseled good looks—above and below
the neck—that were more often found in works of classical art. By all accounts
he was charming and universally liked by men and women alike, though for
different reasons, of course. He won at two things, always: women and sport.
Fox
strolled through the ballroom as if he owned the place. He nodded at friends
and acquaintances—Carlyle, with whom he occasionally fenced, Fitzwalter, who he
had soundly thrashed at boxing last week, and Willoughby, who was always game
for a curricle race.
Fox
flashed his famous grin as he heard the ladies’ usual comments when he strolled
past.
“I
think he just smiled at me.”
“I
think I’m going to swoon.”
“God,
Arabella Vaughn is one lucky woman.”
“Was,”
someone corrected. “Didn’t you see the report in The London Weekly this
morning?”
Fox’s
grin faltered.
That
was when Mr. Rupert Wright and Lord Mowbray found him. Their friendship
stretched all the way back to their early days at Eton.
“We
heard the news, Fox,” Rupert said grimly, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
“I
daresay everyone has heard the news,” Fox replied dryly.
It
didn’t escape his notice that the guests nearby had fallen silent. It was the
first time he’d appeared in public since the news broke in the paper this
morning, though Arabella had so kindly left him a note the day prior. Everyone
was watching him to see how he would react, what he would say, if he would cry.
“Who
would have thought we’d see this day?” Mowbray mused. “Miss Arabella Vaughn,
darling of the haute ton, running off with an actor.”
“That
alone would be scandalous,” Rupert said, adding, “Never mind that she has
ditched Fox. Who is, apparently, considered a catch. What with his lofty title,
wealth, and not hideous face.”
Fox’s
Male Pride bristled. It’d been bristling and seething and enraged ever since
the news broke that his beautiful, popular betrothed had left him to elope with
some plebian actor.
Not
just any actor, either, but Lucien Kemble. Yes, he was the current sensation
among the haute ton, lighting up the stage each night in his role as Romeo in
Romeo and Juliet. Covent Garden theater was sold out for the rest of the
season. The gossip columns loved him, given his flair for dramatics both
onstage and off—everything from tantrums to torrid love affairs to fits over
his artistry. Women adored him; they may have sighed and swooned over Lucien
Kemble as much as Fox.
To
lose a woman to any other man was insupportable—and, until recently, not
something that ever happened to him—but to lose her to someone who made his
living prancing around onstage in tights? It was intolerable.
“Just who does she think she is?” Fox
wondered aloud.
“She’s
Arabella Vaughn. Beautiful. Popular. Enviable. Every young lady here aspires to
be her. Every man here would like a shot with her,” Mowbray answered.
“She’s
you, but in petticoats,” Rupert said, laughing.
It
was true. He and Arabella were perfect together.
Like
most men, he’d fallen for her at first sight after catching a glimpse of her
across a crowded ballroom. She was beautiful in every possible way: a tall,
lithe figure with full breasts; a mouth made for kissing and other things that
gentlemen didn’t mention in polite company; blue eyes fringed in dark lashes;
honey gold hair that fell in waves; a complexion that begged comparisons to
cream and milk and moonlight.
Fox
had taken one look at her and thought: mine.
They
were a perfect match in beauty, wealth, social standing, all that. They both
enjoyed taking the ton by storm. He remembered the pride he felt as they
strolled through a ballroom arm in arm and the feeling of everyone’s eyes on
them as they waltzed so elegantly.
They
were great together.
They
belonged together.
Fox
also remembered the more private moments—so many stolen kisses, the intimacy of
gently pushing aside a wayward strand of her golden hair, promises for their
future as man and wife. They would have perfect children, and entertain the
best of society, and generally live a life of wealth and pleasure and
perfection, together.
Fox
remembered his heart racing—nerves!—when he proposed because this beautiful girl
he adored was going to be his.
And then she had
eloped. With an actor.
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Q&A FOR MAYA RODALE
How did you come up
with the concept and the characters for the story?
All the novels in my Keeping
Up With The Cavendishes series are inspired by my favorite romantic
comedies. Lady
Claire Is All That is based on the 90’s rom com She’s All That. Basically, I write stories that I want to
read—funny, witty, happy ever afters—and I delight in seeing mash ups of modern
times and pop culture with historical romance.
What gave you the
most trouble with this story?
The heroine of Lady Claire Is All
That is a math genius and I am...not. At all. There isn’t much math in
the novel (phew!) but what does appear is thanks to one of my dearest romance
writing friends Caroline Linden, who happens to have a math degree from
Harvard.
Name one thing you
won’t leave home without.
Besides the obvious phone, wallet, keys, etc, I never
leave home without my lipgloss. I’m addicted! My husband hates it.
Name three things
on your desk right now.
Three things always
on my desk: laptop, phone, caffeinated beverage.
A la Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or
less.
In Lady Claire Is All That sparks fly between a brainy heroine and the
hot jock of the haute ton in this Regency remake of the rom com She’s All That!
What types of scenes are your most favorite to write?
I love writing the funny,
teasing, loving banter between the four siblings in my Keeping
Up With The Cavendishes series. Writing some good flirtation between the
hero and heroine is also a favorite of mine.
How
long have you been writing, and what (or who) inspired you to start?
I’ve been writing romance novels for
about twelve years now (though I’ve been writing for longer than that). Then,
and now, I write the book that I’m in the mood to read because I’m still a
reader first!
What
do you like best about being a writer? What is the most challenging part?
The best part of being a writer is not
having to wear pants or interact with humans. The hardest part is when I have
to put on pants and interact with humans J
Author Info
Maya
Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her
mother’s insistence and it wasn’t long before she was writing her own. Maya is
now the author of multiple Regency historical romances. She lives in New York
City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.
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