Allow me to introduce the 3rd book in her Cabot Sisters historical romance series by Julia London. Please be sure to read the exclusive excerpt and don’t forget to enter my giveaway where one US based winner will get a paperback copy of THE SCOUNDREL AND THE DEBUTANTE by Julia London. (ends 5/31at 11.59 pm est)
The Scoundrel and the Debutante
I’ve read a few titles from Julia London, and I love her scene setting and characters , but The Scoundrel and the Debutante was my first introduction to the Cabot Sisters. I didn’t find a great lack of information in not reading the first two in the series, but I have added them to my list to read at another time.
Prudence is in her second season, and desperate for offers and a wedding of her very own. Two of her sisters are successfully matched, but her own decorous behavior is no match for the scandals and taint attached to her family name with her sister’s behavior during their seasons.
Pru is easy to like: she wants to feel secure, but has a desire for a small adventure, even though she knows that could lead to a bad end. She’s already guilty by association, so one adventure isn’t going to change that.
Roan is over from America searching for his sister: she stayed in England rather than returning home at the end of her tour to a marriage that would secure the family’s financial stability. An overnight stop in his journey lead him to meet Prudence who, for her own idea of ‘adventure’ gave up her paid passage on a traveling coach to adventure with the handsome American.
These two are from vastly different backgrounds, with wholly individual agendas and this leads to some great misunderstandings as they adventure together through some moments that border on the slapstick. Their relationship is not without its dramas, but both characters are able to eventually come around and find the way to take their chance at an HEA. With a few hiccups that seemed some mishaps were contrived, and both characters losing their grasp on common sense as they reach each adventure, this was a fun and light story that gives Prudence her shot.
Title: The Scoundrel and the Debutante
Author: Julia London
Series: The Cabot Sisters #3
Genre: Historical Romance
Published by: Harlequin HQN
Published on: 28 April, 2015
Source: Media Muscle/Book Trib
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When a man on a mission takes on a beautiful but unlikely ally, seduction and adventure are inevitable…
The dust of the Cabot sisters' shocking plans to rescue their family from certain ruin may have settled, but Prudence Cabot is left standing in the rubble of scandal. Now regarded as an unsuitable bride, she's tainted among the ton. Yet this unwilling wallflower is ripe for her own adventure. And when an irresistibly sexy American stranger on a desperate mission enlists her help, she simply can't deny the temptation.
The fate of Roan Matheson's family depends on how quickly he can find his runaway sister and persuade her to return to her betrothed. Scouring the rustic English countryside with the sensually wicked Prudence at his side—and in his bed—he's out of his element. But once Roan has a taste of the sizzling passion that can lead to forever, he must choose between his heart's obligations and its forbidden desires.
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Nor did it help in any way that her younger sister, Mercy, had a countenance so feisty and irreverent that serious thought had been given to packing her off to a young ladies’ school to tame the beast in her.
That left Prudence in the middle, sandwiched tightly between scandals and improper behavior. She was squarely in the tedious, underappreciated, put-upon, practically invisible middle where she’d lived all her life.
This, Prudence told herself, was what good manners had gotten her. She had endeavored to be the practical one in an impractical gaggle of sisters. The responsible one who had taken her music lessons just as faithfully as she’d taken care of her mother and stepfather while her sisters cavorted through society. She’d done all the things debutantes were to do, she’d caused not a whit of trouble, and her thanks for that was now to be con- sidered the unweddable one!
Well, Mercy likely was unweddable, too, but Mercy didn’t seem to care very much.
“Unweddable is not even a proper word,” Mercy pointed out, adjusting her spectacles so that she might peer critically at Prudence.
“It’s also utter nonsense,” Grace said tetchily. “Why on earth would you say such a thing, Pru? Are you truly so unhappy here at Blackwood Hall? Did you not enjoy the festival we hosted for the tenants?”
A festival! As if her wretched state of being could be appeased with a festival!
Prudence responded with a dramatic bang of the keys of the pianoforte that caused the three-legged dog Grace had rescued to jump with fright and topple onto his side. Prudence launched into a piece that she played very loudly and very skillfully, so that everything Grace or Mercy said was drowned out by the music.
There was nothing any of them could say to change her opinion.
Later that week, Prudence’s oldest sister, Honor, had come down from London to Blackwood Hall with her three children in tow as well as her dapper husband, George. When Honor heard of the contretemps between sisters, she’d tried to convince Prudence that a lack of a viable offer of marriage did not mean all was lost.
Honor had insisted, with vigor and enthusiasm, that her sisters’ behavior had no influence on Prudence’s lack of an offer. Honor now reminded her that Mercy, against all odds, had been accepted into the prestigious Lisson Grove School of Art to study the masters.
“Well, naturally I was. I am quite talented,” Mercy unabashedly observed.
“Lord Merryton had to pay a pretty sum to sway them, didn’t he?” Prudence sniffed.
“Yes,” Grace agreed. “But if she were as plagued with scandal as you suggest, they would have refused her yet.”
“Refused Merryton’s purse?” Prudence laughed. “It’s not as if they had to marry her, for God’s sake.”
“I beg your pardon! What of my talent?” Mercy demanded.
“Hush,” Grace and Prudence said in unison. That spurred Mercy to push her spectacles up her nose and march from the room in her paint-stained smock.
Grace and Honor paid her no mind.
The debate continued on for days, much to Prudence’s dismay. “You must trust that an offer will come, dearest, and then you will be astonished that you put so much stock into such impossible feelings,” Honor said a bit condescendingly as the sisters dined at breakfast one morning.
“Honor?” Prudence said politely. “I kindly request—no, pardon—I implore you to cease talking.”
Honor gasped. And then she stood abruptly and f lounced past Prudence with such haste that her hand connected a little roughly with Prudence’s shoulder.
“Ouch,” Prudence said.
“Honor means only to help, Pru,” Grace chastised her. “Honor means only to help.”
“I mean more than that,” Honor said sternly, charging back around again, as she really was not the sort to f lee in tears when there was a good fight to be had.
“I insist that you snap out of your doldrums, Pru! It’s unbecoming and bothersome!”