The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy: Smythe-Smith Quartet # 4 by Julia Quinn with Excerpt and Giveaway

Welcome to my stop for the 4th title in Julia Quinn’s Smythe-Smith Quartet series, Please read on for the excerpt and review, and don’t forget to enter the tour-wide giveaway where you could win A Print Bundle of the Smythe-Smith Quartet, including A NIGHT LIKE THIS, JUST LIKE HEAVEN and THE SUM OF ALL KISSES. Then don’t forget to check the other tour stops to see what others thought about the title! But First…

The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy

From my first introduction to this series in book 2 through this installment, I’ve become a fan of Julia Quinn’s storytelling: she manages to make her characters breathe from the pages, full of quirks and traits that work perfectly as an adjunct to the story progression. 
Iris is the focus of the story, and from being a rather background character for the other books, here she shines throughout. Logical, thoughtful and inches from a pragmatist, she isn’t one to be overwhelmed and dramatic, a retreat and a good think seem to be more her style.

Richard is in need of a wife – yesterday if truth be told, but he’s not found anyone that sparks an interest, until Iris.  He’s not a bad sort, a bit too concerned with his ‘big secret’ but determined to make a marriage and take care of his sisters, even when he was being a boneheaded prat.  But, he finds Iris intriguing, and flirts outrageously, a bit too much emotional outlay from him.

Iris is intrigued by Richard but everything is just ‘too”, too fast, too much, too good to be true. She’s put through the ringer with him – he’s attentive then aloof, with plenty beneath the surface that she only senses, but he won’t reveal.  I had to admire her caution with him, her soft prodding and gentle reactions, and the eventual forgiveness for his bad behavior.  Even more interesting for me was her non-reaction to this ‘secret’ that he was sure would end everything. It really was an anticlimax, and Iris should have been told, but fortunately for him, she didn’t overreact or call things off.  She did, however, make him work for her declarations and affections as well she should have.

Quinn takes you in, creates characters that are never all good or bad, and then allows them to work their way into your heart and head while detailing a romance that is perfectly on point, even when it isn’t.  A lovely addition to the series, these are well worth an afternoon’s escape with tea and cookies.

The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy: Smythe-Smith Quartet # 4 by Julia Quinn with Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy
Author: Julia Quinn
Genre: Historical Romance
Published on: 27 January, 2015
Format:eARC
Source: Publisher Via Edelweiss
Pages: 384
Audio Length: 9 Hours: 58 minutes
Rated: four-stars
Heat: One FlameOne Flame

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Sir Richard Kenworthy has less than a month to find a bride. He knows he can’t be too picky, but when he sees Iris Smythe-Smith hiding behind her cello at her family’s infamous musicale, he thinks he might have struck gold. She’s the type of girl you don’t notice until the second-or third-look, but there’s something about her, something simmering under the surface, and he knows she’s the one.

Iris Smythe-Smith is used to being underestimated. With her pale hair and quiet, sly wit she tends to blend into the background, and she likes it that way. So when Richard Kenworthy demands an introduction, she is suspicious. He flirts, he charms, he gives every impression of a man falling in love, but she can’t quite believe it’s all true. And when his proposal of marriage turns into a compromising position that forces the issue, she can’t help thinking that he’s hiding something...even as her heart tells her to say yes.


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Tasty Excerpt

 

Pleinsworth House

London

Spring 1825

To quote that book his sister had read two dozen times, it was a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

Sir Richard Kenworthy was not in possession of a fortune, but he was single. As for the wife …

Well, that was complicated.

“Want” wasn’t the right word. Who wanted a wife? Men in love, he supposed, but he wasn’t in love, had never been in love, and he didn’t anticipate falling in such anytime soon.

Not that he was fundamentally opposed to the idea. He just didn’t have time for it.

The wife, on the other hand …

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing down at the program in his hand.

 

You are Cordially Welcomed to
the 19th Annual Smythe-Smith Musicale

featuring a well-trained quartet of violin, violin, cello, and pianoforte

He had a bad feeling about this.

“Thank you, again, for accompanying me,” Winston Bevelstoke said to him.

Richard regarded his good friend with a skeptical expression. “I find it unsettling,” he remarked, “how often you’ve thanked me.”

“I’m known for my impeccable manners,” Winston said with a shrug. He’d always been a shrugger. In fact, most of Richard’s memories of him involved some sort of what-can-I-say shoulder motion.

“It doesn’t really matter if I forget to take my Latin exam. I’m a second son.” Shrug.

“The rowboat was already capsized by the time I arrived on the bank.” Shrug.

“As with all things in life, the best option is to blame my sister.” Shrug. (Also, evil grin.)

Richard had once been as unserious as Winston. In fact, he would very much like to be that unserious again.

But, as mentioned, he hadn’t time for that. He had two weeks. Three, he supposed. Four was the absolute limit.

“Do you know any of them?” he asked Winston.

“Any of who?”

Richard held up the program. “The musicians.”

Winston cleared his throat, his eyes sliding guiltily away. “I hesitate to call them musicians …”

Richard looked toward the performance area that had been set up in the Pleinsworth ballroom. “Do you know them?” he repeated. “Have you been introduced?” It was all well and good for Winston to make his customary cryptic comments, but Richard was here for a reason.

“The Smythe-Smith girls?” Winston shrugged. “Most of them. Let me see, who’s playing this year?” He looked down at his program. “Lady Sarah Prentice at the pianoforte—that’s odd, she’s married.”

Damn.

“It’s usually just the single ladies,” Winston explained. “They trot them out every year to perform. Once they’re married, they get to retire.”

Richard was aware of this. In fact, it was the primary reason he had agreed to attend. Not that anyone would have found this surprising. When an unmarried gentleman of twenty-seven reappeared in London after a three-year absence … One did not need to be a matchmaking mama to know what that meant.

He just hadn’t expected to be so rushed.Frowning, he let his eyes fall on the pianoforte. It looked well-made. Expensive. Definitely nicer than the one he had back at Maycliffe Park.

“Who else?” Winston murmured, reading the elegantly printed names in the program. “Miss Daisy Smythe-Smith on violin. Oh, yes, I’ve met her. She’s dreadful.”

Double damn. “What’s wrong with her?” Richard asked.

“No sense of humor. Which wouldn’t be such a bad thing, it’s not as if everyone else is a barrel of laughs. It’s just that she’s so … obvious about it.”

“How is one obvious about a lack of humor?”

“I have no idea,” Winston admitted. “But she is. Very pretty, though. All blond bouncy curls and such.” He made a blond bouncy motion near his ear, which led Richard to wonder how it was possible that Winston’s hand movements were so clearly not brunette.

“Lady Harriet Pleinsworth, also on violin,” Winston continued. “I don’t believe we have been introduced. She must be Lady Sarah’s younger sister. Barely out of the schoolroom, if my memory serves. Can’t be much more than sixteen.”

Triple damn. Perhaps Richard should just leave now.

“And on the cello …” Winston slid his finger along the heavy stock of the program until he found the correct spot. “Miss Iris Smythe-Smith.”

 “What’s wrong with her?” Richard asked. Because it seemed unlikely that there wouldn’t be something.

Winston shrugged. “Nothing. That I know of.”

Which meant that she probably yodeled in her spare time. When she wasn’t practicing taxidermy.

On crocodiles.

Richard used to be a lucky fellow. Really.

“She’s very pale,” Winston said.

Richard looked over at him. “Is that a flaw?”

“Of course not. It’s just …” Winston paused, his brow coming together in a little furrow of concentration. “Well, to be honest, that’s pretty much all I recall of her.”

Richard nodded slowly, his eyes settling on the cello, resting against its stand. It also looked expensive, although it wasn’t as if he knew anything about the manufacture of cellos.

“Why such curiosity?” Winston asked. “I know you’re keen to marry, but surely you can do better than a Smythe-Smith.”

Two weeks ago that might have been true.

 
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About Julia Quinn

Julia Quinn is the New York Times bestselling author of twenty-five novels for Avon Books, and one of only sixteen authors ever to be inducted in the Romance Writers of America Hall of Fame. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family.

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