Lady Windermere’s Lover by Miranda Neville with Excerpt and Giveaway

Today I have a lovely historical romance review from author Miranda Neville.  Please read on to see my review for Lady Windermere’s Lover, read the excerpt and don’t forget to enter the tour-wide giveaway where TWO US winners can get a Print Copy of LADY WINDERMERE’S LOVER.  Please be sure to check out the other tour stops and see the other excerpts!

Book Review: 

Oscar Wilde uses a Lady Windermere in one of his books, so the title was an instant draw for me.  In this book, Miranda Neville brings us another of the four titled friends and follows their story as they search for, or try to avoid, love.   Damian was a wonderful character, if a bit infused with self-import and anger.  Cynthia was the perfect mix of naïve country girl with dreams of a husband who loves her.  This story was so full of secrets and hidden agendas, as the two circle each other much like cats or dogs staking out territory. But Cynthia’s honest desire to be a friend and good wife, yet maintain her own identity and interests kept her character solidly interesting and enjoyable, even if there are times where her innocence made her utterly shakable.  Damian was often so invested in his own anger and being “justified’ that he almost became a parody of the man you can dislike.  But, he had moments of great insight and softness, when his better nature took hold that gave him a full and rich depiction, and made it easier to see just why Cynthia was so enamored of him.

Secondary characters were delightful additions that brought conflict, interest and some revealing looks at the East End and Spitalfields districts of London with their hardworking yet often poor residents.

Neville adds yet another sweet and fun story with a slow progression to love and growth for both characters.  I really enjoyed this book with insets of heat and heart that is sure to please many.

Lady Windermere’s Lover by Miranda Neville with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Lady Windermere’s Lover
Author: Miranda Neville
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Avon
Source: Publisher Via Edelweiss
Pages: 389
Rated: four-stars
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Damian, Earl of Windermere, rues the day he drunkenly gambled away his family's estate and was forced into marriage to reclaim it. Now, after hiding out from his new bride for a year, Damian is finally called home, only to discover that his modest bride has become an alluring beauty—and rumor has it that she's taken a lover. Damian vows to keep his wife from straying again, but to do so he must seduce her—and protect his heart from falling for the wife he never knew he wanted.

Cynthia never aspired to be the subject of scandal. But with her husband off gallivanting across Persia, what was a lady to do? Flirting shamelessly with his former best friend seemed like the perfect revenge . . . except no matter how little Damian deserves her loyalty, Cynthia can't bring herself to be unfaithful. But now that the scoundrel has returned home, Cynthia isn't about to forgive his absence so easily—even if his presence stirs something in her she'd long thought dead and buried. He might win her heart . . . if he can earn her forgiveness!

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A copy of this title was provided via Publisher Via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.


He couldn’t have said who kissed whom first but declared it a tie because when it came down to it, who cared? All that mattered was she was intoxicating and finally he was going to put an end to far too long a celibacy. Somehow his exhilarated brain kept a grasp on his good intentions. His physical condition was approaching desperation and he doubted he’d last long enough to please anyone in his current state. He needed to slow down.She lolled against the cushions, a golden angel in a den of iniquity, her eyes big and dreamy, her hair a honeyed cloud, her lips plump and dark from his kisses and asking for more. She represented an invitation to sin as sultry as any Persian houri, despite her nightgown, covering her from chin to toe like a nun. True, it was an improvement over the thick flannel shroud. It fell smoothly about her curves, giving him a better impression of her figure than he’d yet been afforded: high breasts, a small waist, and a lovely curve of the hips. Through the superfine cambric he caught a shadowy impression of nipples; dark pink, he fancied. His favorite kind. With thickened fingers he unlooped the button at her neck, and couldn’t resist the indentation of her collarbone, allowing himself a quick taste of the tender skin. She arched into his mouth and the nightgown fell open, revealing round, pert breasts that his palms itched to touch. “You are lovely,” he whispered. “I want to see all of you.”He could have bit his tongue, thinking he was going too fast, but he needn’t have worried. The fragrant smoke or some other cause had shredded her inhibitions. With two shrugs and a wriggle she got out of her nightdress, tossing it aside, and arranged herself on the claret-colored velvet like a goddess in an Italian painting. She took his breath away. How could he have ever made the mistake of thinking her short and dumpy? She was a pocket Venus, perfectly proportioned, with ravishing curves to her arms and thighs, and narrow waist above a gently swelling belly.“You are absolutely made to be naked,” he said with a voice full of awe. “It’s a crime that such beauty should be hidden.”“A hanging offense or transportation?”

Her smile would entice a monastery of abbots to mass fornication. She stretched like a sensual cat, undulating her hips to draw attention to the blond thatch of her pubis. The anticipation of possession tortured him. It was impossible to believe that he’d had her before, unaware what a treasure he had captured. But now he had to make sure that she was so incredibly satisfied that she would never again give Julian Fortescue as much as a passing thought.



About Miranda Neville

Miranda Neville grew up in England before moving to New York City to work in Sotheby's rare books department. After many years as a journalist and editor she decided writing fiction was more fun. She lives in Vermont.

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