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368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2016



Julie Garwood, Judith McNaught and Courtney Milan are my default authors for historical romance but seeing how this book got a high number of 5 star reviews, I decided to give it a try. Also, I was intrigued by the hero- or shall we say anti-hero.
Sadly, it was a bit of mess and the plot seemed off kilter, as if the author couldn't really commit to making Val a true villain. I thought also that the heroine was mischaracterised, I would have preferred someone with a softer, kinder mien but with an inversed strength of character. Bridget was not it.
Add to these the lack of chemistry between Val and Bridget and I readily threw in the towel circa 50%.



“Fuck the rules, Mrs. Crumb.”Ever since I realised that Valentine Napier would get his own story, there hasn't been another book I've been looking more forward to than Duke of Sin.
Did she then recognize in him her opposite: the very Devil? A man who neither knew nor cared about that delicate difference between good and evil? While others carefully balanced their scales, debating the various weights of sins and good deeds, he chose to dash the entire apparatus to the ground. Why entangle himself with a game whose rules he neither understood nor particularly approved of? Better to make his own rules in life. Much more fun, at any rate.I could quote endlessly and still wonder if it was enough to show how perfectly Ms Hoyt created Valentine, the villain. Just like with Asa Makepeace, she captured Val's character with her beautiful and imaginative writing; she showed, not told how someone like Valentine would be, what would peek his interest, what he would think. I didn't like Valentine, but I loved his character. Does that even make sense?
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"Not this dull stuff. I want to know which one you don’t talk to, which one [of Bridget's siblings] is jealous of you, and which one hit you as a child. Oh, and if any of them stole from you or killed your cat or dog when you were but a wee thing.”
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"If I meant exactly what you thought –the worst. I’m not entirely sure why you’re surprised. People often do do the worst, you know.”
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He rarely told the truth –why bother? It was so dull –but when he did, most mistook it for jest.
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"Tell me” –he swept wide his arms –“who in this whole dissolute world is to dissuade me from my pleasures?”
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Beside the duke was a plain woman with an intelligent face and striking gray eyes. Unless Wakefield had suddenly decided to overthrow convention and acquire an unlovely mistress, this must be the duchess.
Actually, the eyes were very fine indeed.
Val smiled slowly and bowed, ignoring Wakefield entirely. “Your Grace, I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of an introduction. I am Montgomery.”
“I know,” she said in a lovely contralto. “You kidnapped my sister-in-law, whom I’m quite fond of.” Val winced.
“It was rather bad of me, I confess.”
“It was criminal,” Wakefield growled. “You gave your word to me as a gentleman that you’d leave England forever.”
“Did I?” Val asked, eyes wide. “I don’t seem to remember such a conversation —” “There are rules about such things and —”
“Fuck your rules,” Val snarled, fast and low.
"You have to kill the thing you love."If that doesn't make sense, then let me explain the other reason for giving this book five stars: Valentine makes sense. As with all anti-heroes (part of me would still rather call Val a non-hero) there's a reason for his actions.
“Hush,” she whispered, pulling back from him, though he tried to keep her close. “Hush. I understand. Do you hear me, Valentine? I understand.”A lot of readers raised the question whether Valentine has been truly redeemed by the end of the book. I guessed that Ms Hoyt would give those readers, who are inclined to give Val a chance, a reason for his redemption, at least partly. And I wasn't wrong. I was just hoping that Val would not turn out to be a completely changed character which fortunately didn't happen. And again, as with Asa, she stayed true to the character she'd created.
“This is who I am, Séraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the hero of this tale, for I am not and shall never be. I am the villain.”
Fair Seraphine had tried to explain to him the difference, right from wrong. It made sense to her because she burned and was an angel. But to him, a creature of hollow ice and pain, it was sound and confusion without her to filter it for him.
“Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon thy sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk.”
- 29th November 2016 



He groaned, "Did it have to be the purple velvet? It's almost like you don't like me."
“Oh, Séraphine. Tread carefully, my burning one, as if you danced on the shattered skulls of children, for I may lie abed, but I am a duke yet, and not just any duke, but the Duke of Montgomery, and my inheritance is death and mayhem.”
If life was fair my review would just be a continuation of this book – PERFECTION. But alas it is not and I can't express in words how truly FANTASTIC this book was.
Valentine Napier, the Duke of Montgomery has returned from exile, intent on gaining his way back to society, and continuing his play for power, spying on everyone, gathering their secrets so that he can use it against them. He’s also decided to marry, and has no problem blackmailing said woman to get what he wants – more power. But then he catches his new housekeeper in his bedroom, and Val is intrigued by her deceptively prim and proper ways, and her surprising wit. And because Val loves a puzzle, he starts a game of cat and mouse, a game that might just derail all of his plans.
Bridget Crumb is born a bastard. She’s hardworking, smart, bold and very loyal. So when Val starts blackmailing her aristocratic mother, Bridget takes it on herself to infiltrate Val’s household in order to steal back the incriminating letters. But what she didn’t expect was how fascinating the wicked Val could be, how challenging, and the more time she spends with him, the more she realises that there is a lot more to the duke of sin than everyone realises. Can Bridget get the job done before she falls for the villain….?
“You really are the vainest man in the world,” she said wonderingly.
He stopped chewing. “This is the first you’ve noticed?”
Valentine has been an enigma to me for quite a few books. He’s clearly a villain, a man notorious for his wicked ways. He has no problem breaking rules, he actually goes out of his way to break them, blackmailing and kidnapping just one of his tools to gain more power. He is vain, beautiful, has no conscience and no scruples. He is the perfect anti-hero and he was even more wonderful than I thought he would be. A broken man is like catnip to me, and broken Val definitely was. I LOVED him! Val had a horrific childhood, his depraved monster of a father doing everything he could to break Val, to ensure that Val would never love anything or anyone, never allowing Val to be an innocent child. And he succeeded for the most part as the only person Val cared for was his sister Eve. Until Bridget came along and tried to show him that he had a heart.
“Until I was old enough and strong enough and smart enough and I knew I knew I knew that you have to kill the thing you love, Séraphine, or they’ll use it against you. They’ll wring its neck before your eyes and you’ll hurt. Your insides will bleed screams and despair and you’ll want death, you’ll love death.”
He stopped, panting, openmouthed and still, and said very quietly and precisely, “So you see. It’s better. Much better. Not to love at all.”
Bridget was amazing, and I loved the fact that she was able to see that there was more to Val than being the villain. She was strong enough to do what was right and to fight for his heart, his soul.
“Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon thy sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk.”
The sexy times in this book was so HOT!!! That bathroom scene ….. yowza!! Val sure lived up to his wicked reputation :-D
“Séraphine, Séraphine, Séraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I’ll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you’ll only remain by my side.”
The romance in this book was MAGNIFICENT! Val and Bridget were like two pieces of a puzzle, they were made to fit. I loved how Val called her Séraphine, his burning angel, because Bridget refused to tell him her name at first. And I adored how Val felt about Bridget, that she warmed him from the cold. Even with Bridget’s love, Val will always be broken, he isn’t capable of doing what is right, but Bridget has no problem being his conscience and I loved that about them.
“Your tears taste like salvation.”
This book was even better than what I hoped it would be. It was … perfect. I cannot recommend this book and this series enough. A MUST READ.
She might try to hide it but he'd lay odds that his housekeeper frankly loathed him. He felt a sudden fondness for her.
"Oh, Séraphine. Tread carefully, my burning one, as if you danced on the shattered skulls of children, for I may lie abed, but I am a duke yet, and not just any duke, but the Duke of Montgomery, and my inheritance is death and mayhem."
"Perhaps I'd face your repercussions on the morrow. Perhaps not. But that is for the sunrise. Tonight the shadows reign and the blood is singing in my veins."



"But, it's an Irish name .... unless you're Irish. Are you Irish?"

And it was a very good thing, Val thought, that he hadn't a heart. Because it might've broken then.

Then he flung his arms wide and bellowed. "Away! Away, you pestilence, you flies, you midges of ruination! Get thee back to the thy kitchens of destruction and G-d damn thy lips and thy words and thine eyes! Away, I say, and never come again! A plague and a flood of amphibians upon the lot of you!"

"This is who a I am, Seraphine. Naked, with blade and blood. I am vengeance. I am hate. I am sin personified. Never mistake me for the hero of this tale, for I am not and shall never be. I am the villain."

He opened his eyes wide and seized her arms, spinning her in a circle, his gaze boring into hers. "Don't you comprehend? Can't you see them? They're all around us--wolves and birds of prey and jackals, baying at the moon, jaws agape. So close, Bridget, so close you can smell the fetid stink of their breath, and if you don't have power they'll drag you or Eve or me from beneath the bed and tear the meat from your bones, and leave you a weeping skeleton."... He whispered in her ear, "I'm not mad. I know they don't wear the masks anymore, but that doesn't mean, my burning Seraphine, that they aren't still out there, in banal old-man form. So you see, I must have more power. It's the only way to survive them."



"Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. Will you drive me mad? Scatter my wits to the wind like so much chaff? Leave me a shell of a man, broken, hollowed of brain and soul, left with merely a throbbing prick like a mindless goat? Have mercy, I plead, O siren of chatelaines and unlovely bonnets! Let my famished mouth feast upon they sweet, sweet flesh. I am awash in yearning spunk."

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