His Hand-Me-Down Countess – Review

His Hand-Me-Down Countess by Sorcha Mowbray
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HIS HAND-ME-DOWN COUNTESS

Lustful Lords series

 Sorcha Mowbray

Release Date:  September 20, 2017

 

   

His brother’s untimely death leaves him with an Earldom and a fiancée. Too bad he wants neither of them…

Theodora Lawton has no need of a husband. As an independent woman, she wants to own property, make investments and be the master of her destiny. Unfortunately, her father signed her life away in a marriage contract to the future Earl of Stonemere. But then the cad upped and died, leaving her fate in the hands of his brother, one of the renowned Lustful Lords.

Achilles Denton, the Earl of Stonemere, is far more prepared to be a soldier than a peer. Deeply scarred by his last tour of duty, he knows he will never be a proper, upstanding pillar of the empire. Balanced on the edge of madness, he finds respite by keeping a tight rein on his life, both in and out of the bedroom. His brother’s death has left him with responsibilities he never wanted and isn’t prepared to handle in the respectable manner expected of a peer.

Further complicating his new life is an unwanted fiancée who comes with his equally unwanted title. Saddled with a hand-me-down countess, he soon discovers the woman is a force unto herself. As he grapples with the burden of his new responsibilities, he discovers someone wants him dead. The question is, can he stay alive long enough to figure out who’s trying to kill him while he tries to tame his headstrong wife?

Amount of sex 5 / 5
How explicit 5 / 5
Amount of BDSM/Fetish 5 / 5
Story 5 / 5
Overall: 5 / 5

Ok – where is my fan, because OMG His Hand-Me-Down Countess is super hot! I have read many historical romances set in 19th century England to get the pattern (I am working on a post just about this topic check it out on Saturday) – she’s a virgin and worried she’s going to be ruined- oh but he has a sexual past and can she handle it? (oh sorry – was that a yawn?). This is such a prevalent pattern, it has impacted my reviews – if I give it a 1 for the amount of hot and steamy (sorry Amazon has rules about certain words). That usually means it was 1 time, maybe 2 rolls in that hay in the barn or in the field. I still enjoy those stories because they are fun if the author does enough to make the obstacles the two lovers have to overcome worth reading.

With that said, His Hand-Me-Down Countess doesn’t fit the pattern at all – thank goodness! Stone is part of a group of men who frequent at a club that allows their patrons to dabble in anything that meets their fancy (ding, ding big clue about historical novels). The first chapter does a great job of taking the reader into the club and enjoying the exploits of these lustful lords – who definitely like sharing women, domination, and sometimes each other. Stone is about to marry a lovely girl, Theo, who was supposed to marry Stone’s brother but darn it, he died and now Stone is the earl. The marriage takes place quickly, but not without showing innocent Lady Theo what is to come with her marriage to Stone as he shows her the ways of passion without technically ruining her.

Theo is a very likable character. She has her own investments, she funds an orphanage, and most importantly, dear reader, she’s curious and wants to make her new hubby happy. Most of the book is with our young lovers as they discover themselves and what at the time would probably be considered depraved behavior – oh lordy! The book does have a conflict that keeps it entertaining, but the clear crux of the book is the relationship between Stone and Theo. Hot, steamy, and panty melting – by far one of the best historical romances I’ve read!

 

London, May 1860

Stone heard the butler intone his name and title loudly enough for all of London to hear, let alone the population of the Devonses’ ballroom. Had anyone suggested three years ago he would bear the family title, Earl of Stonemere, never mind be contemplating his future nuptials, he would certainly have laughed. True, he never actually laughed anymore, but he certainly would have found such a claim incredulous.

It was no longer an amusing matter.

Having survived the receiving line, he eased through the crowded ballroom. Every few feet, he stopped to speak with one acquaintance or another. Not so long ago, these same people would have been running for the hills and hiding their daughters. But fate, a fickle mistress to say the least, had other plans.

Moving with a quickness born of desperation, he barely acknowledged the next three men as the heat from the crowd paired with the stench of perfumes and body odor to choke him. After his service in India, crowded entertainments such as a ball had grown difficult to endure. The press of bodies and the loud murmur of conversation punctuated by the occasional shrill laugh smothered him, too similar to the roar of battle and the cries of the dying.

Moving past a swarm of silk skirts, he spotted a dark, hidden alcove, an oasis from the overwhelming onslaught, both real and imagined. If he could shut it down quickly enough, he wouldn’t embarrass himself. If he failed, all of London would learn just how broken he was.

He was an earl. Not a soldier. Never again a soldier.

Once the cool darkness enveloped him, he opened his mouth and drew a breath. His pounding pulse eased as the vise around his chest released and his damp skin dried. After another quarter hour spent tucked away, he believed he could manage the crowd long enough to find his betrothed.

As any good officer would, he had a strategy. Find her, claim his dances, and then await each one either on the balcony or on the dance floor, if required. Even the cardrooms at these soirees bordered on disabling.

He reached for the drapes to his hideaway, but hesitated as two women tittered in the immediate vicinity.

“Why, Gladys, I heard his name announced earlier. I’m certain Matilda invited Stonemere despite all the gossip.”

“I simply cannot imagine what she was thinking,” the one called Gladys said.

“Can’t you? Having one of the Lustful Lords in attendance at your ball? I daresay everyone who is anyone will wish to be able to say they were here. It’s all so deliciously scandalous and yet possible now the unmitigated rake is off the market.” Gladys’s friend sighed with a bit more drama than anyone in their right mind or otherwise would deem necessary.

“Well, one should hope that man can contain himself what with all these poor young virgins parading around. It would serve Matilda right if he debauched each and every one of them while here under her auspices.”

“Oh, do be sensible, Gladys. He could perhaps ruin four or five in one night, but all of them?”

Past ready to find his fiancée and escape his hidey-hole, he stepped out next to the ladies in question, turned to them, and bowed over each of their hands. The shock on their faces far outweighed any notion of good manners on his part. “Why, ladies, you both give me far more credit than I deserve. Even in my heyday of debauchery, I could only service three ladies in a single evening.”

As the two ladies sputtered, he departed their corner. The temptation to turn and wink at the gossipers won out, which caused another round of tittering and sputtering from behind him. Of course, he was well aware of what proper Society called himself and his friends. But the Marquess of Flintshire, Earl of Brougham, Baron Lincolnshire, and Viscount Wolfington—as well as himself—held little regard for polite society. Each of them had learned the hard way that they had no place amongst their peers.

 

 

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Rating Report
Amount of sex
5 / 5
How explicit
5 / 5
Amount of BDSM/Fetish
5 / 5
Story
5 / 5
Overall: 5 / 5