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272 pages, Hardcover
First published September 27, 2016
Blurb:Do You Want to Start a Scandal is not only a wonderful romance, it's also a great mystery. The way it all unfolds is told brilliantly and oh, how I loved it! When it comes to historical romance, Tessa Dare always delivers the very best! I adore Charlotte and Piers, and watching them obtain their scandalous happily ever after was comical, and suited them perfectly!!
On the night of the Parkhurst ball, someone had a scandalous tryst in the library.
~Was it Lord Canby, with the maid, on the divan?
~Or Miss Fairchild, with a rake, against the wall?
~Perhaps the butler did it.
All Charlotte Highwood knows is this: it wasn’t her. But rumors to the contrary are buzzing. Unless she can discover the lovers’ true identity, she’ll be forced to marry Piers Brandon, Lord Granville—the coldest, most arrogantly handsome gentleman she’s ever had the misfortune to embrace. When it comes to emotion, the man hasn’t got a clue.
But as they set about finding the mystery lovers, Piers reveals a few secrets of his own. The oh-so-proper marquess can pick locks, land punches, tease with sly wit … and melt a woman’s knees with a single kiss. The only thing he guards more fiercely than Charlotte’s safety is the truth about his dark past.
Their passion is intense. The danger is real. Soon Charlotte’s feeling torn. Will she risk all to prove her innocence? Or surrender it to a man who’s sworn to never love?
What's your plan, Agent Brandon?" she wishpered. "Do you mean to kiss me so long and so hard that I'll forget your name?"
"No." His hand slid to the back of her head, tangling in her hair—so tightly she gasped. "I mean to kiss you so long and so hard that you'll forget yours."
Kissing her was all in the line of duty. But work had never tasted so much like pleasure.
Her body was aflame, alive with need. It seemed unfair, his ability to drive her to distraction while remaining so cool, controlled... Relentless.
He prided himself on control. Restraint. Careful managment of both internal emotions and outward reactions.
...And then came along Miss Charlotte Highwood. Announcing her own entrance into his life with the most absurd of declarations.
I'm here to save you.
We’re both here in this house as guests for the next fortnight. My mother will do everything she can to encourage a connection. That means you and I must plan to avoid each other.” She smiled, attempting levity. “It’s a truth universally acknowledged that a titled man in possession of a fortune should steer far clear of me.”
He didn’t laugh. Or even smile.
“That last bit . . . It was a joke, my lord. There’s a line from a novel—”
“Pride and Prejudice. Yes, I’ve read it.”
“No matter what my mother implies, I don’t share her hopes. We’d be a terrible match. I’m far too young for you.”
“So you’ve made clear.”
“You’re the model of propriety.”
“And you’re . . . here. Alone.”
“Exactly. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and yours is clearly—”
“Kept in the usual place.” Charlotte was going to guess, buried somewhere in the Arctic Circle.
“The point is, my lord, we have nothing in common. We’d be little more than two strangers inhabiting one house.”
“I’m a marquess. I have five houses.”
“But you know what I mean,” she said. “It would be disaster, through and through.”
“An existence marked by tedium and punctuated by misery.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“We’d be forced to base our entire relationship on sexual congress.”
“Er . . . what?”
“I’m speaking of bedsport, Miss Highwood. That much, at least, would be tolerable.”
She came to a bargain with herself. If Mama was going to subject her to this, Mama was going to pay for it. And there was only one way to exact revenge for this farce of a lesson. To take it seriously. She lifted her head and composed her expression into one of solemn, wide-eyed innocence.
Reaching forward, she laid a single finger on the aubergine. “Is this the actual size?”
“Not every gentleman’s is quite that size. Some are smaller. Some may, in fact, be larger.���
“But most are not quite so purple, I hope.” She picked up the two items and pushed them against one another, frowning with confusion. “How does the aubergine fit inside the peach?
“I haven’t forgotten your identity,” she whispered, still teasing her fingers through his hair. “Nor mine.” He swallowed hard. His hands settled on her hips. “You’re Piers Brandon, the Marquess of Granville, diplomat and secret agent in the Crown’s service.” She ran a fingertip down the noble slope of his nose. “And I’m Char—”
“You will be Lady Charlotte Brandon, the Marchioness of Granville, diplomat’s wife and mother of my heir.”
“I took you.” He reached for her, drawing her close and sending a wave of soapy water to the floor. “I took you, because I wanted you.” “In your bed.” “In my life.” She swallowed hard.
On the night of the Parkhurst ball, someone had a scandalous tryst in the library.
•Was it Lord Canby, with the maid, on the divan?
•Or Miss Fairchild, with a rake, against the wall?
•Perhaps the butler did it.
All Charlotte Highwood knows is this: it wasn’t her. But rumors to the contrary are buzzing. Unless she can discover the lovers’ true identity, she’ll be forced to marry Piers Brandon, Lord Granville—the coldest, most arrogantly handsome gentleman she’s ever had the misfortune to embrace. When it comes to emotion, the man hasn’t got a clue.
But as they set about finding the mystery lovers, Piers reveals a few secrets of his own. The oh-so-proper marquess can pick locks, land punches, tease with sly wit … and melt a woman’s knees with a single kiss. The only thing he guards more fiercely than Charlotte’s safety is the truth about his dark past.
Their passion is intense. The danger is real. Soon Charlotte’s feeling torn. Will she risk all to prove her innocence? Or surrender it to a man who’s sworn to never love?
I’m here to save you.
Charlotte Highwood is tired of her mother's matchmaking schemes, so she goes to the library to warn Lord Ganville, Piers Brandon, of her mother’s plans hoping to avoid another scandal. Not knowing that a scandalous tryst will soon force her to hide behind the library curtains in Pierce’s arms. And unfortunate circumstances will paint them as the mystery couple.
“We’d be a terrible match. I’m far too young for you.”
“So you’ve made clear.”
“You’re the model of propriety.”
“And you’re . . . here. Alone.”
“Exactly. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and yours is clearly—”
“Kept in the usual place.”
Charlotte is determined to find out the identity of the mystery lovers, otherwise she’ll be forced to marry the cold and arrogant Pierce. It would never work between them, they couldn’t be more opposite. But as they try to piece together the clues, Charlotte learns that Pierce is more than just the cold and very proper marquess everyone sees. He can pick locks, unhand a knife-wielding thug, tease her with wicked wit, and kisses like a unrepentant rake. And he’s turning out to be the most fascinating puzzle of Charlotte’s life.
But Charlotte has always dreamed of marrying for love. Can she risk her heart on a man determined to never love?
What to make of this man? He was proper. He was passionate. He had the public demeanor of an iceberg, but he kissed her as if she were his oasis in a vast, arid desert.
I love unconventional heroines, and Charlotte was amazing. She’s outspoken, unorganised and so open about her feelings. I just loved her and how she understood Pierce, how she saw behind his unfeeling façade, and knew that there was a heart hidden beneath that icy personality.
“You,” he said, “are the most unsettling creature I have ever met in my life. I have not felt settled since the moment we met.”
I absolutely loved the broody and cold Pierce. Pierce has had years of learning how to hide his feelings, until Charlotte came along and threw his world of its axis. Suddenly he couldn’t concentrate on anything but her, he couldn’t keep his calm, his control around her, and I loved that!
“It wasn’t enough for you to invade my thoughts, was it? Oh, no. You had to get under my skin, as well. Sometimes I think you’ve found a way into my blood.”
I loved the immediate attraction between these two, and how the intensity between them grew with every moment spent together. They are so different from each other, she’s so optimistic and he’s so jaded, and they were perfect for each other. Their romance was so romantic, sexy and just wonderful. The sexy times were very hot, starting with that delicious and scorching first kiss, and I loved that the guarded Pierce was so passionate when it came to Charlotte.
The mystery regarding who the unknown lovers were, the reason for why Pierce was there and all his secrets, and Charlotte trying to find out the identity of the lovers were all excellent. I also loved all the humor in this book, and the funniest was the sex talk Charlotte’s mother had with her, she even had fruit for props :-D It was hilarious! Also I loved seeing Colin and Minerva again.
Tessa Dare is one of my favorite HR authors. Her books are always funny, light-hearted and so romantic. And I loved this book! It had all my favorite things: a fantastic heroine, a broody and secretive hero, a passionate romance and lots of humor. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!