venerdì 26 giugno 2015

Review: Virtue and Valor by Collette Cameron

Virtue and Valor
Highland Heather, Romancing a Scot # 2
By: Collette Cameron
Releasing June 24, 2015
Soul Mate Publishing


Bartholomew Yancy never expected to inherit an English earldom and had no intention of marrying. Now, the Earl of Ramsbury and last in his line, he’s obligated to resign his position as England’s War Secretary, find a wife, and produce an heir. Only one woman holds the least appeal: Isobel Ferguson, an exquisite Scotswoman. Brought to Scotland to mediate between feuding clans, he doggedly woos her. 

Disillusioned with men pursuing her for her attractiveness, rather than her unusual intellect, Isobel has all but abandoned any hope of finding a husband in the Highlands. Not only does she believe Yancy no different than her other suitors, he’s a notorious rake. She’s been told he’s practically betrothed. Therefore, his interest in her cannot possibly be honorable, and so she shuns his attentions.

When Isobel is mistakenly abducted by a band of rogue Scots, Yancy risks his life to rescues her. To salvage her compromised reputation, her brother and father insist she marry him. Yancy readily agrees, but Isobel—knowing full well she’s fated for spinsterhood by refusing his offer— won’t be coerced into marriage. 

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Award winning, Amazon best-selling, and multi-published historical romance author, Collette Cameron, has a BS in Liberal Studies and a Master's in Teaching. A Pacific Northwest Native, Collette’s been married for thirty years, has three amazing adult children, and five dachshunds. Collette loves a good joke, inspirational quotes, flowers, the beach, trivia, birds, shabby chic, and Cadbury Chocolate. You'll always find dogs, birds, quirky—sometimes naughty—humor, and a dash of inspiration in her novels. Her motto for life? You can’t have too much chocolate, too many hugs, or too many flowers. She’s thinking about adding shoes to that list.

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Isobel whipped around and wound up planting her face squarely in a very masculine chest.
She leaped backward reflexively. Her heel caught on the cloak’s hem, and she tilted at a precarious angle.
Simply fabulous.
Her possessions dropped to the floor as she flailed her arms.
Lord Ramsbury surged forward, grasping her shoulders as her feet left the ground.
Eyes locked on his, she seized his coat lapels, frantically trying to stay upright.
His eyes widened when he teetered toward her.
Too late.
Lord Ramsbury’s solid form toppled onto her and mashed her into the rough wood. Eyes closed, she didn’t move, waiting for sharp pain to stab her.
She tentatively moved her fingers and toes.
No pain.
Nothing broken then.
She tried to pull in a breath, but his weight bore down upon her chest.
Gads, how much did his lordship weigh?
She opened her eyes. Silky, whisky-colored hair tickled her nose.
His clean virile scent, with a hint of sandalwood, floated upward. He smelled wonderful, and she had the oddest urge to nuzzle her nose in his hair.
She sniffed instead.
Mmm, heavenly.
Did he twitch the merest bit?
Lord Ramsbury’s chest squashed her breasts nearly flat, and his lean hips nestled between her thighs. For certain her backside and shoulders would sport a bruise or two.
Lifting her head, she winced. She wriggled her fingers, attempting to poke him. Why didn’t he get off? A gentleman would, but he had already proved he didn’t deserve that title.
She squirmed a bit then stilled instantly when a peculiar hardness pulsed against her womanhood.
What in the world?
Had his pocket watch fallen from his waistcoat and wedged between them? Isobel jostled harder, trying to dislodge him and his timepiece.
“Don’t.” He ended on a strangled groan.
He was injured.
But how could he possibly be? Splaying her fingers, she cupped his firm ribs, shoving with all her strength.
“Don’t. Move.” His warm breath caressed her neck.
Booted feet jarred the floor beneath her.
Jocky gasped. “Miss Isobel, my lord, are ye—”
“Yancy, I want to sho—” Ewan gaped at them.
Isobel tried to peek over the earl’s shoulder, which now vibrated suspiciously. She jabbed harder with her fingers.
He quaked more.
Was he ticklish? Turning her hands into half-claws, she scratched at his sides unmercifully.
A rich-timbred chuckle whispered against her skin.
“Get. Off. Me.” She clenched her teeth as his dratted watch poked her again.
All at once, she froze. She knew exactly what prodded her nether regions. She had been raised around animals, for pity’s sake. How could she have been so stupid to think his watch had slipped free?
No, his thing twitched against her.
“I do hope you have a damned good reason to be sprawled atop my sister, Yancy.”

My Review

I love books set in Scotland and in Regency era so I like very much this one. It 's very well written, with a flowing and engaging style, witty dialogue, well-built and likeable characters. It 's a novel sweet and romantic but with many twists, action and even humor.
Yanci must go in the Highlands to resolve a conflict between clans. He gladly accepted this task: can visit one of his closest friends and most of all, his sister Isobel. She is a beautiful and intelligent woman, is the only one that he wants to his side for the rest of life. Yanci has always been opposed to marriage but since he inherited the title of Earl is forced to marry and to procreate his heir and Isobel is the ideal candidate. This visit is the perfect opportunity to get her to say yes. But it will be really hard. He doesn't know that has hurt her very deeply and she  is determined to avoid him much as she can. Will he be able to convince her?
It's the first book I read of this author and can not wait to read the next, I really like her style, especially her descriptions: are so well done that it is easy to imagine yourself there.
I recommend it to those who love  Regency romance

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