New York Times bestselling author Liz Carlyle has created a breathtaking new romance about a man without scruples and the lady who brings him to his knees.
What does it matter if Kate, Lady d’Allenay, has absolutely no marriage prospects?
She has a castle to tend, an estate to run, and a sister to watch over, which means she is never, ever reckless. Until an accident brings a handsome, virile stranger to Bellecombe Castle, and Kate finds herself tempted to surrender to her houseguest’s wicked kisses.
Disowned by his aristocratic family, Lord Edward Quartermaine has turned his gifted mind to ruthless survival. Feared and vilified as proprietor of London’s most notorious gaming salon, he now struggles to regain his memory, certain of only one thing: he wants all Kate is offering—and more.
But when Edward’s memory returns, he and Kate realize how much they have wagered on a scandalous passion that could be her ruin, but perhaps his salvation.
A lifelong Anglophile, Liz Carlyle started reading Gothic novels under the bed covers by flashlight. She is the author of sixteen historical romances, including several New York Times bestsellers. Liz travels incessantly, ever in search of the perfect setting for her next book. Along with her genuine romance-hero husband and four very fine felines, she makes her home in North Carolina.
I’m quite new to the historical romance genre and tend to read more paranormal led novels, so found the plot a little slow to get going. With the hero losing his memory, it kind of reminded me of the Charlaine Harris Sookie Stackhouse book that sees Eric (lovely, lovely Eric) losing his memory and Sookie’s feelings for him begin to grow.
The theme was kind of ‘love conquers all’ as there were a mountain of metaphorical fences that the main characters had to jump over before they could effectively let go enough to be in love. Edward does have a secret, that you need to read the book to find out what it is, but I must admit I was a bit disappointed with it in the end. There was a lot of build-up, and in the end it was nothing as bad as I had imagined. Although, in saying that, part of me had him as Jack The Ripper killing off rich, but ultimately stupid, debutantes with a hatchet hand-crafted by the Devil himself. That’s what happens when you have a mind as dark as mine! LOL
From a writer’s perspective, the romance was sweet and the build-up was good. Although the amount of romantic clichés made my mind boogle, it was a lovely read. In a world that has lost most of its romance, it’s nice to curl up in a duvet with a box of choccies and a mug of warm milk and let that nasty grey reality slip away for a few hours, at least.
The cover is beautiful and, looking at the author’s other books, all run along a similar theme, which cleverly brands them together and makes them easy to spot.
Overall I’d give ‘To Love a Wicked Man’ 3 out of 5 stars. I enjoyed it as a bit of escapism and really isn’t that what reading is all about?