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376 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 25, 2014
I have you in a corner, India. If you’re thinking that my father wouldn’t like it...you’re right. Not only would he not like it; he would destroy your reputation without a second thought.”He thinks little of women, and is willing to marry Lala, a noblewoman who can barely read, because he wants a brainless woman to be his wife.
"A wife is an investment, like any other, and I take care of my possessions."Thorn doesn't want a wife, he wants a pretty breeding mare. While on his courtship of the aforementioned Lala, Thorn continues his flirtation with his "three week wife," India. Because it's not cheating if he's not married yet.
Dear Lady Xenobia,He acts like a fucking 7-year old boy.
I think I’ll call you Lady X. It has such an exotic sound to it; I feel as if I am writing to the madam of a prosperous brothel. (I’ve never done that before, in case you’re wondering.)
Thorn
Dear Mr. Dautry,
I am named after a queen who conquered all of Egypt, not after a brothel owner.
Lady Xenobia
She took a deep breath and twisted all her hair around itself. Most of her hairpins seemed to be mysteriously missing.And he shows no signs of winning me over anytime soon.
“I pulled them out in the carriage,” Dautry said, watching her fruitlessly pat her head.
“Why on earth did you do that?”
“I was bored.”
“My father said that in the event of tribulation or strife, I was to be sent to you.” She stopped again.Give me fucking break. And the orphan's name? Rose, to go with her adopted daddy, Thorn. Isn't that nauseating?
“He did not fuss, and neither did I,” said Rose, and up went that little nose again. “I don’t like to be unclean, and I didn’t care for the insects living in the straw. But I did not complain.”
“Or cry. At least,” she added, “until I reached your house, when I succumbed to exhaustion.”
“Better married to Mr. Dautry than never married at all.” Lala had been beset by suitors all season, but her father had rejected every one. She knew why: he had decided that her beauty was worth a huge settlement. In short, no one had bid high enough to pay off his debts.Aaaaaaaand I'm just done -_-







Having made a fortune, Thorn Dautry, the powerful bastard son of a duke, decides that he needs a wife. But to marry a lady, Thorn must acquire a gleaming, civilized façade, the specialty of Lady Xenobia India.My review…..
Exquisite, head-strong, and independent, India vows to make Thorn marriageable in just three weeks.
But neither Thorn nor India anticipate the forbidden passion that explodes between them.
Thorn will stop at nothing to make India his. Failure is not an option.
But there is only one thing that will make India his—the one thing Thorn can't afford to lose...
His fierce and lawless heart.


What a disappointment this book turned out to be :-(.
Spoilers ahead.
It started with a lot of promise – I love the enemy to love trope and the animosity between India and Thorn in the beginning was terrific. Their banter in the letters they exchanged was wonderful and I loved that they were so similar in their need for control over their lives and those around them and the sparks that arose because of this. And I liked how attracted both were from the beginning. But as the story progressed and we spent more and more time in India’s head and not that much in Thorn’s, it became clear that she was very infatuated with him, while he just intensely desired her but that he would never want her as a wife. He even told her right before they slept together for the first time, and to make sure she understood where they stood, that he would seduce her but he wouldn’t marry her simply because his cock was inside her. Yep, this guy was very romantic. He also kept saying that she would be perfect for his best friend Vander, and that if she dressed sexier he would definitely notice her. But when Vander did show interest in her, he became jealous and possessive, stating it was because of rivalry between him and Vander, and not because of anything else. It honestly took way too long for him to realise and show how he really felt about India, and by then I had completely lost interest in the romance.
Vander still sat against the wall, his arms on his knees. Without raising his head, he said, “She’s mine, Thorn, and the sooner you get used to it, the better. You treated her like a doxy, and you didn’t protect her when she needed it.”
The only highlight of this book was Vander, which was why I gave the book two stars instead of just one. The way he stood up for India, being there for her when she needed it, made me wish that he was rather the hero than Thorn.
This was my first book by this author, and although I liked her writing, I didn’t like the way she wrote her hero and in the end even the heroine.
He walked toward them with the effortless confidence of a man who is formidable in every respect, even though he wore no coat or cravat, just a white linen shirt and breeches that stretched over his thigh muscles. Stubble darkened his jaw, and his hair was neither pulled back in a neat queue nor covered by a wig.
He looked like a farm laborer.
Or a king.
"I do not agree," Rose replied, quite politely. "But I realize that I am too young to be heard on the subject."That's actually pretty much a direct quote from my childhood albeit more polite; I had the vocabulary of a salty old sea dog at a tender age.


