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Jacquie D'Alessandro
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Yellow for friendship.
Pink for passion. But . . .
Red Roses Mean Love.
She dreamed of roses....
Orphaned and abandoned by her fiancé, Hayley Albright is determined to care for her younger siblings even if it means having to give up her own dreams. She doesn't expect to ever find love or get married . . . until one moonlit night when she saves the life of a mysterious stranger.
. . . And he wants only to make her dreams come true....
Lord Stephen Barrett woke up gazing at the face of an angel. He was alive. And safe, for now, from the killer stalking his every move. Allowing Hayley to believe he is just a tutor of modest means, Stephen stays on for reasons of his own, never anticipating the passions Hayley would stir in his cold, wary heart. Her innocence is pure seduction. Her touch is sweet temptation. And suddenly the man who has everything is willing to risk it all--for a woman who has nothing to give . . . but all her heart. . . .
Pink for passion. But . . .
Red Roses Mean Love.
She dreamed of roses....
Orphaned and abandoned by her fiancé, Hayley Albright is determined to care for her younger siblings even if it means having to give up her own dreams. She doesn't expect to ever find love or get married . . . until one moonlit night when she saves the life of a mysterious stranger.
. . . And he wants only to make her dreams come true....
Lord Stephen Barrett woke up gazing at the face of an angel. He was alive. And safe, for now, from the killer stalking his every move. Allowing Hayley to believe he is just a tutor of modest means, Stephen stays on for reasons of his own, never anticipating the passions Hayley would stir in his cold, wary heart. Her innocence is pure seduction. Her touch is sweet temptation. And suddenly the man who has everything is willing to risk it all--for a woman who has nothing to give . . . but all her heart. . . .
- 本の長さ368ページ
- 言語英語
- 出版社Dell
- 発売日1999/9/7
- 寸法10.8 x 1.91 x 17.15 cm
- ISBN-100440235537
- ISBN-13978-0440235538
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London Outskirts, 1820
Someone was following him.
Dread curled down Stephen's back and settled like a brick in his gut. He reined Pericles to an abrupt halt and scanned the area around him, straining to pick up any sound or movement.
It was so dark, he could barely discern the outline of the forest surrounding him on both sides of the deserted road. A pine-scented breeze cooled the July air. A chorus of crickets hummed nearby. Nothing seemed amiss.
But he was in danger.
He knew it.
An icy chill of foreboding shivered through his body. Someone was there. Watching him. Waiting for him.
How the hell did they find me out here? I was certain I slipped out of London unnoticed. His lips twisted. So much for spending a few peaceful days at his private lodge. Stephen's thoughts were halted by the rustle of dry leaves. Whispered voices reached his ears. A flash of white broke the enveloping darkness. The loud report of a pistol cut the air.
Searing agony tore into his upper arm. He groaned and dug in his heels, making Pericles shoot into the forest. They raced between the trees, their pursuers close behind. In spite of Stephen's best efforts, the thrashing sounds grew ever closer.
He clenched his teeth against the pain spearing his shoulder and pushed Pericles harder. Damn it, I am not going to die here. Whoever these bastards are, they will not win. They have tried before and failed. They will not succeed tonight.
Racing through the forest, Stephen thanked God he had refused Justin's offer to accompany him on this trip. Stephen had needed solitude, and his small lodge was private and unstaffed. A rustic haven free of duties, people, and responsibilities. He prayed he would get there. Alive. But if he did not, at least his best friend would not die also.
"There 'e is! Just ahead!"
The rough voice came from directly behind him. A slick film of perspiration broke out over Stephen's body. The metallic stench of blood--his blood--filled his nostrils and his stomach turned over. It flowed, warm and sticky, soaking his shirt and jacket. He felt himself growing light-headed and gritted his teeth against the weakness.
God damn it! I refuse to die like this!
But even as he made the mental vow, Stephen realized his grave peril. He was miles from help. No one, save Justin, knew where he was, and Justin would not expect to hear from him for at least a week. How long before anyone realized he was dead? A fortnight? A month? Longer? Would he ever be found here in the forest? No. My only hope is to lose these bastards.
But the bastards were nearly upon him.
Another shot rang out. The stinging impact jolted Stephen from the saddle. He cried out and fell heavily to the ground, rolling over and over down a steep incline. Jagged rocks tore at his skin. Thorny bushes scraped him unmercifully.
Images flashed in his mind. His father's frigid, unforgiving gaze; his mother's vapid laugh; his drunken brother, Gregory--who would now inherit the title, and Gregory's timid, mousy wife, Melissa; his sister Victoria's radiant smile when she married Justin. So many regrets. So many wounds unhealed.
His downward plunge ended with a bone-jarring splash when he landed in a stream of icy water. White-hot pain sizzled through him. Blackness engulfed him. Cannot move. Hurts so much. Jesus. What a bloody, stupid way to die.
Hayley Albright drove her gig at a steady pace and tried her best to ignore her growing discomfort. Squashed between her two servants on a seat intended for only two, she could barely draw a breath into her compressed lungs. Tired and cramped, she longed for a hot bath and a soft bed. Instead I have a long, bumpy ride and a hard seat.
She tried to move her shoulders, but they remained firmly wedged between Winston and Grimsley. A resigned sigh escaped her. They were hours late getting home. Everyone must be terribly worried about them. And if Winston and Grimsley didn't stop arguing, she'd have to strangle them with her bare hands--if she could manage to pry her arms loose. As it was, she had to drive the gig in order to separate them.
A flash of white in the darkness caught Hayley's attention, turning her thoughts from murder and mayhem. She peered ahead but saw nothing.
Except a large shadow lurking near a copse of trees.
Her mouth dried up with fear. She pulled back on Samson's reins, grinding the gig to a squeaking halt, then pointed a shaky finger and whispered, "What is that?"
Grimsley squinted into the darkness. "Heh? I don't see a thing, Miss Hayley."
"That's because yer blasted spectacles are perched on yer bald head instead of yer long nose," Winston muttered, his gravelly voice filled with disgust. "Put 'em where they belong and you'll see fine, ya scurvy old coot."
Grimsley drew himself up as straight as his creaking bones would allow. "Who are you calling an old coot?"
"You. And I called ya a scurvy old coot. Must be a scurvy deaf old coot."
"Well, a body can hardly be expected to hear above the cacophony from that wheel you supposedly fixed," Grimsley replied with a haughty sniff.
"At least I fixed it," Winston shot back. "And a damned bloody good job I did, too. Didn't I, Miz Hayley?"
Hayley bit the inside of her cheek. For the three years her father's first mate had lived with the Albrights, Hayley had attempted to clean up the former sailor's salty tongue--though not always successfully.
"Your repair job was excellent, Winston, but look over there." She pointed again to the shadow moving near the trees. A shiver of fear rippled down her spine. "What is that? Dear God, I pray we're not about to be set upon by thieves!"
She surreptitiously patted her skirt to ensure her reticule was securely fastened and hidden in the folds of material. Good heavens! When I think of the risks I've taken--the lies I've told to get this money, I have no intention of handing it over to highwaymen.
A wave of guilt washed over her. No one, including Grimsley and Winston, had any idea of the true nature of today's excursion to London, and she intended to keep it that way. As much as she hated lying, secrets led to falsehoods. Her family needed this money and she was solely responsible for their security.
Fighting to calm her mounting fear, Hayley looked around. Nothing seemed amiss. The warm summer breeze played with her hair, and she impatiently pushed back several unruly curls. The pungent scent of pine tickled her nose. Crickets chirped their throaty song. She inhaled a calming breath, and nearly choked. The large shadow detached itself from the copse of trees and moved toward them.
Hayley froze. Her mind whispered do not panic, but her body refused to obey. Dear God, what would become of her family if she died on this dark, lonely road? Aunt Olivia could barely take care of herself, let alone four children. Callie was only six! And Nathan and Andrew needed her. Pamela, too.
The shadow moved closer and her entire body went liquid with relief. A horse, she realized. It was merely a horse.
Winston laid a callused hand on her shoulder. "Don't you worry none, Miz Hayley. If there's somethin' evil afoot here, I'll not let any harm come to ya. I promised yer Pa, God rest his soul, that I'd protect ya and protect ya I will." He puffed out his massive chest. "If there's a bandit about, I'll break his scrawny neck. I'll yank out his gizzards with me bare hands and tie the blighter up with his own innards. I'll--"
Hayley cut off the grisly diatribe with a dry cough. "Thank you, Winston, but I don't think that will be necessary. In fact, it appears our 'bandit' is nothing more than a riderless horse."
Someone was following him.
Dread curled down Stephen's back and settled like a brick in his gut. He reined Pericles to an abrupt halt and scanned the area around him, straining to pick up any sound or movement.
It was so dark, he could barely discern the outline of the forest surrounding him on both sides of the deserted road. A pine-scented breeze cooled the July air. A chorus of crickets hummed nearby. Nothing seemed amiss.
But he was in danger.
He knew it.
An icy chill of foreboding shivered through his body. Someone was there. Watching him. Waiting for him.
How the hell did they find me out here? I was certain I slipped out of London unnoticed. His lips twisted. So much for spending a few peaceful days at his private lodge. Stephen's thoughts were halted by the rustle of dry leaves. Whispered voices reached his ears. A flash of white broke the enveloping darkness. The loud report of a pistol cut the air.
Searing agony tore into his upper arm. He groaned and dug in his heels, making Pericles shoot into the forest. They raced between the trees, their pursuers close behind. In spite of Stephen's best efforts, the thrashing sounds grew ever closer.
He clenched his teeth against the pain spearing his shoulder and pushed Pericles harder. Damn it, I am not going to die here. Whoever these bastards are, they will not win. They have tried before and failed. They will not succeed tonight.
Racing through the forest, Stephen thanked God he had refused Justin's offer to accompany him on this trip. Stephen had needed solitude, and his small lodge was private and unstaffed. A rustic haven free of duties, people, and responsibilities. He prayed he would get there. Alive. But if he did not, at least his best friend would not die also.
"There 'e is! Just ahead!"
The rough voice came from directly behind him. A slick film of perspiration broke out over Stephen's body. The metallic stench of blood--his blood--filled his nostrils and his stomach turned over. It flowed, warm and sticky, soaking his shirt and jacket. He felt himself growing light-headed and gritted his teeth against the weakness.
God damn it! I refuse to die like this!
But even as he made the mental vow, Stephen realized his grave peril. He was miles from help. No one, save Justin, knew where he was, and Justin would not expect to hear from him for at least a week. How long before anyone realized he was dead? A fortnight? A month? Longer? Would he ever be found here in the forest? No. My only hope is to lose these bastards.
But the bastards were nearly upon him.
Another shot rang out. The stinging impact jolted Stephen from the saddle. He cried out and fell heavily to the ground, rolling over and over down a steep incline. Jagged rocks tore at his skin. Thorny bushes scraped him unmercifully.
Images flashed in his mind. His father's frigid, unforgiving gaze; his mother's vapid laugh; his drunken brother, Gregory--who would now inherit the title, and Gregory's timid, mousy wife, Melissa; his sister Victoria's radiant smile when she married Justin. So many regrets. So many wounds unhealed.
His downward plunge ended with a bone-jarring splash when he landed in a stream of icy water. White-hot pain sizzled through him. Blackness engulfed him. Cannot move. Hurts so much. Jesus. What a bloody, stupid way to die.
Hayley Albright drove her gig at a steady pace and tried her best to ignore her growing discomfort. Squashed between her two servants on a seat intended for only two, she could barely draw a breath into her compressed lungs. Tired and cramped, she longed for a hot bath and a soft bed. Instead I have a long, bumpy ride and a hard seat.
She tried to move her shoulders, but they remained firmly wedged between Winston and Grimsley. A resigned sigh escaped her. They were hours late getting home. Everyone must be terribly worried about them. And if Winston and Grimsley didn't stop arguing, she'd have to strangle them with her bare hands--if she could manage to pry her arms loose. As it was, she had to drive the gig in order to separate them.
A flash of white in the darkness caught Hayley's attention, turning her thoughts from murder and mayhem. She peered ahead but saw nothing.
Except a large shadow lurking near a copse of trees.
Her mouth dried up with fear. She pulled back on Samson's reins, grinding the gig to a squeaking halt, then pointed a shaky finger and whispered, "What is that?"
Grimsley squinted into the darkness. "Heh? I don't see a thing, Miss Hayley."
"That's because yer blasted spectacles are perched on yer bald head instead of yer long nose," Winston muttered, his gravelly voice filled with disgust. "Put 'em where they belong and you'll see fine, ya scurvy old coot."
Grimsley drew himself up as straight as his creaking bones would allow. "Who are you calling an old coot?"
"You. And I called ya a scurvy old coot. Must be a scurvy deaf old coot."
"Well, a body can hardly be expected to hear above the cacophony from that wheel you supposedly fixed," Grimsley replied with a haughty sniff.
"At least I fixed it," Winston shot back. "And a damned bloody good job I did, too. Didn't I, Miz Hayley?"
Hayley bit the inside of her cheek. For the three years her father's first mate had lived with the Albrights, Hayley had attempted to clean up the former sailor's salty tongue--though not always successfully.
"Your repair job was excellent, Winston, but look over there." She pointed again to the shadow moving near the trees. A shiver of fear rippled down her spine. "What is that? Dear God, I pray we're not about to be set upon by thieves!"
She surreptitiously patted her skirt to ensure her reticule was securely fastened and hidden in the folds of material. Good heavens! When I think of the risks I've taken--the lies I've told to get this money, I have no intention of handing it over to highwaymen.
A wave of guilt washed over her. No one, including Grimsley and Winston, had any idea of the true nature of today's excursion to London, and she intended to keep it that way. As much as she hated lying, secrets led to falsehoods. Her family needed this money and she was solely responsible for their security.
Fighting to calm her mounting fear, Hayley looked around. Nothing seemed amiss. The warm summer breeze played with her hair, and she impatiently pushed back several unruly curls. The pungent scent of pine tickled her nose. Crickets chirped their throaty song. She inhaled a calming breath, and nearly choked. The large shadow detached itself from the copse of trees and moved toward them.
Hayley froze. Her mind whispered do not panic, but her body refused to obey. Dear God, what would become of her family if she died on this dark, lonely road? Aunt Olivia could barely take care of herself, let alone four children. Callie was only six! And Nathan and Andrew needed her. Pamela, too.
The shadow moved closer and her entire body went liquid with relief. A horse, she realized. It was merely a horse.
Winston laid a callused hand on her shoulder. "Don't you worry none, Miz Hayley. If there's somethin' evil afoot here, I'll not let any harm come to ya. I promised yer Pa, God rest his soul, that I'd protect ya and protect ya I will." He puffed out his massive chest. "If there's a bandit about, I'll break his scrawny neck. I'll yank out his gizzards with me bare hands and tie the blighter up with his own innards. I'll--"
Hayley cut off the grisly diatribe with a dry cough. "Thank you, Winston, but I don't think that will be necessary. In fact, it appears our 'bandit' is nothing more than a riderless horse."
著者について
Jacquie D'Alessandro grew up on Long Island and fell in love with romance at an early age. She dreamed of being swept away by a dashing rogue riding a spirited stallion. When her hero finally showed up, he was dressed in jeans and driving a Volkswagen, but she recognized him anyway. They married after they both graduated from Hofstra University, and are now living their happily-ever-after in Atlanta, Georgia, along with their very bright and active eight-year-old son, who is a dashing rogue in the making. Red Roses Mean Love is Jacquie's first book. She is currently working on her next historical romance for Dell.
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- 出版社 : Dell; Reissue版 (1999/9/7)
- 発売日 : 1999/9/7
- 言語 : 英語
- ペーパーバック : 368ページ
- ISBN-10 : 0440235537
- ISBN-13 : 978-0440235538
- 寸法 : 10.8 x 1.91 x 17.15 cm
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I really liked this book. I was amazed by how well-written this book was despite the fact that it was her first book. I have been reading so many so-called Regency romances and I cannot recall many of the characters in them nor their stories once I finish reading. But this one I can vividly remember and how much I enjoyed it. Hayley was a lovely heroine, caring and admirable but a bit headstrong. Stephen was the perfect match for her, intelligent, dependable but a bit goofy. The secondary characters are also very lovable. I am sure you will laugh aloud when you read about the "tea parties" Hayley's sister often held. I cannot wait to read D'Alessandro's other books. Highly recommended.
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両親を亡くし4人の弟妹を養いながら家のことも一人でこなしているヒロイン・ヘイリー(ヒロインの設定には珍しい長身、180cmくらい)。家の近くで倒れている男性を見つけて、家に連れて帰り熱心な看病をします。誰かに殺されそうになり瀕死の状態だったヒーロー・ステファンは、侯爵という本当の身分を明かさず、完全に治るまでヘイリーの家で過ごしますが、愛情たっぷりなヘイリーにだんだん惹かれていきます。ヘイリーの家族、特に末の妹キャリーがかわいいです。tea partyが大好きで、ステファンをtea partyに招いておままごとのようなことをしているシーンが面白かったです。また、庭を散歩している時に、ヘイリーはステファンにすべての花には意味があると、花ことばを教えます。それが後々、ステファンが愛を告白するときにも出てきて素敵なシーンです。
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Krista Lyn
5つ星のうち5.0
Couldn't Put It Down!
2009年4月1日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
This book, for me, is almost the "perfect romance". I loved every moment spent reading this one, and read every spare moment I had until it was finished....it took me 1 day.
The thing I loved about this book was the attention that D'Allessandro gives to her characters. There was a whole host of characters in this book, but this author makes each individual so compelling and unique that you begin to care for each and every one of them...something that is really hard to do!
I loved Hayley. She is the type of woman that I wish I could be more like. Selfless, caring, honest, down to earth, creative, and intelligent....(and completely humble!). I almost thought that the author made her "to good to be true" until a few scenes where her temper arises and she "stands up" to the sometimes arrogant Stephen.
I also loved Stephen. He was arrogant and said and did hurtful things to Hayley, but he also was quick to say "I'm Sorry!" I love a man who isn't so prideful to admit when he's wrong. The captivating part of this book is watching Stephen become a part of "a family" for the first time. He is unused to all the commotion and messiness that a household of kids brings with it, but slowly he begins to long for all that this family represents...unconditional love, acceptance, support, and loyalty. As he starts to open himself up and experience some emotions for the first time....I was moved to tears....wonderful stuff.
The scenes between Stephen and the boys and even more so with Callie are some of the sweetest scenes in the book. How an arrogant marquess becomes a man so in tuned with a 6 year old girl that he's engaging in tea parties and fixing her precious doll is truly heartwarming. Buy this book...you'll want to read it again and again!
The thing I loved about this book was the attention that D'Allessandro gives to her characters. There was a whole host of characters in this book, but this author makes each individual so compelling and unique that you begin to care for each and every one of them...something that is really hard to do!
I loved Hayley. She is the type of woman that I wish I could be more like. Selfless, caring, honest, down to earth, creative, and intelligent....(and completely humble!). I almost thought that the author made her "to good to be true" until a few scenes where her temper arises and she "stands up" to the sometimes arrogant Stephen.
I also loved Stephen. He was arrogant and said and did hurtful things to Hayley, but he also was quick to say "I'm Sorry!" I love a man who isn't so prideful to admit when he's wrong. The captivating part of this book is watching Stephen become a part of "a family" for the first time. He is unused to all the commotion and messiness that a household of kids brings with it, but slowly he begins to long for all that this family represents...unconditional love, acceptance, support, and loyalty. As he starts to open himself up and experience some emotions for the first time....I was moved to tears....wonderful stuff.
The scenes between Stephen and the boys and even more so with Callie are some of the sweetest scenes in the book. How an arrogant marquess becomes a man so in tuned with a 6 year old girl that he's engaging in tea parties and fixing her precious doll is truly heartwarming. Buy this book...you'll want to read it again and again!
RETSmile
5つ星のうち5.0
You'll fall in love with the whole family! 4.5 Stars
2008年10月31日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
This was a very enjoyable read with a lovable cast of characters. The heroine is trying to make ends meet so she can take care of her large brood of siblings after the death of her father. Into her life comes the wounded hero who does not reveal his true idenity as a marquess. The cold marquess eventually opens his heart and the love here is well developed. This author always uses a lot of comic relief throughout her stories. I enjoy it but I've noticed in the reviews that some others do not. It may come across as a little silly sometimes, but I like it nevertheless. This was a very sweet love story with endearing characters.
Note: I have noticed the editing problems mentioned in the reviews in other books by this author as well. I still like the the book though and recommend it as a worthy buy.
Note: I have noticed the editing problems mentioned in the reviews in other books by this author as well. I still like the the book though and recommend it as a worthy buy.
SJ
5つ星のうち2.0
WENT DOWNHILL FAST---
2010年10月30日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
I started off really liking this book and its hero/heroine , but by the end I sadly despised all three. The hero had been shown very little love in his life and someone was trying to kill him (he didn't have much to work with) but instead of overcoming his difficulties he remained selfish, self-centered, and unbelievably wishy-washy. He went from showing extreme kindness to bitter coldness in the blink of an eye--Over and Over and Over Again. That is, when he wasn't selfishly trying to drink his deficiencies away instead of facing them. (You just knew he would continue that pattern for the rest of his life.) I lost my respect for the heroine when she kept putting up with it.
There was also WAY too much of the hero/heroine's repetitive self ponderings weighing the story down. The villain was too obvious early on (taking the mystery away) and the attempts on his life became silly. The humor was few and much lighter than I was told to expect and the ending wasn't so much rushed as it was simply cut off in mid thought. I realize this was the author's first book (and she did create some really wonderful secondary characters,) but I was left with such a down-feeling that I'm not sure I'm up to another try.
There was also WAY too much of the hero/heroine's repetitive self ponderings weighing the story down. The villain was too obvious early on (taking the mystery away) and the attempts on his life became silly. The humor was few and much lighter than I was told to expect and the ending wasn't so much rushed as it was simply cut off in mid thought. I realize this was the author's first book (and she did create some really wonderful secondary characters,) but I was left with such a down-feeling that I'm not sure I'm up to another try.
Callie
5つ星のうち4.0
good Story
2016年4月3日にアメリカ合衆国でレビュー済みAmazonで購入
Haley Albright has been taken care of her five siblings and the servants since her parents died. Her intended deserted her and left the country . He did not want the responsibility of caring for them. She decides not to marry and secretly writes stories to make money.
She finds Lord Stephen Barrett near death in the woods and nurses him back to health. He has had attempts made on his life so he decides to stay with the family for awhile. He lies and gives her a false name and that he is a tutor. Her family is so different from what he had . He finds himself enjoying being with them. He has to leave finally to find out who is trying to kill him. He was a jerk on when he left her . She meets him later and he is brutal in what he says to her. She saves him again before she leaves. You will gave to find out by reading this book if he forgave himself or she forgave him. This is tha author's first book she did well with it.
She finds Lord Stephen Barrett near death in the woods and nurses him back to health. He has had attempts made on his life so he decides to stay with the family for awhile. He lies and gives her a false name and that he is a tutor. Her family is so different from what he had . He finds himself enjoying being with them. He has to leave finally to find out who is trying to kill him. He was a jerk on when he left her . She meets him later and he is brutal in what he says to her. She saves him again before she leaves. You will gave to find out by reading this book if he forgave himself or she forgave him. This is tha author's first book she did well with it.
Kindle-Kunde
5つ星のうち2.0
sehr handwerklich
2004年10月17日にドイツでレビュー済みAmazonで購入
Im Prinzip hat diese Geschichte alles, was eine "romance" braucht: einen romantischen plot, zwei überraschend zusammengebrachte Charaktere, witzige Szenen, rührende Liebesgeständnisse etc.
Dennoch ist die Geschichte flach und lässt zu sehr erkennen, dass es sich um ein Erstlingswerk handelt. Es wirkt geradezu als sei die Autorin peinlich darauf bedacht alle Konventionen und Regeln des Genres einzuhalten, mit dem Resultat dass das Ergebnis allzu bemüht wirkt, und die Charaktere hölzern erscheinen.
Die Heldin kümmert sich herzlich um ihre Familie, bietet ein wundervolles Heim, ist liebende große Schwester und Erzieherin. Natürlich nimmt sie ohne zu zögern den Verletzten Fremden in ihr Haus auf und kümmert sich hingebungsvoll um seine Genesung. Allzu engelsgleich, gut und tadellos, erscheint sie auch dem Helden auf den ersten Blick (und auf den zweiten, dritten, vierten etc.) als ein Engel. Ein schier unvergleich gutes Wesen, dass ihm als Inbegriff als Reinen und Wahrhaften im Gegensatz zu den ihm bekannten Ladies seiner Klasse erscheint.
Diese doch sehr stereotyp, zumindest aber bemühte Gegenüberstellung zweier Welten von Land und Stadtleben, vermag zwar den Helden zu faszinieren und sein Herz zu erwärmen, mir hingegen entlockte sie ein enttäuschtes (und gelangweiltes) Seufzen.
Die Heldin ist viel zu tugendhaft um echt zu wirken. Und obwohl liebenswürdig, lässt sie durch ihre Fehlerlosigkeit nur wenig Identifikation zu. Der Held hingegen scheint überhaupt kaum Konturen zu besitzen. Natürlich ist er gutaussehend, leidenschaftlich, selbstsicher etc. wie (nahezu) alle Helden dieses Genres, dennoch fehlen ihm Eigenschaften, die ihn zu einem Individuum werden lassen. Er ist eher ein Typus als ein Charakter und auch dass ihm die Autorin in fast jedem zweitem Satz "bloody" einflechten lässt, macht ihn nicht schmissiger oder auch nur englischer.
Ich bin mir sicher die Autorin kann bessere Bücher schreiben als dieses. Einige Szenen, wie zum Beispiel die "teaparty" Szene der beiden in Kinderstühlen festgezwängten Edelmänner ist wirklich gelungen und lässt auf Besseres hoffen.
Dennoch ist die Geschichte flach und lässt zu sehr erkennen, dass es sich um ein Erstlingswerk handelt. Es wirkt geradezu als sei die Autorin peinlich darauf bedacht alle Konventionen und Regeln des Genres einzuhalten, mit dem Resultat dass das Ergebnis allzu bemüht wirkt, und die Charaktere hölzern erscheinen.
Die Heldin kümmert sich herzlich um ihre Familie, bietet ein wundervolles Heim, ist liebende große Schwester und Erzieherin. Natürlich nimmt sie ohne zu zögern den Verletzten Fremden in ihr Haus auf und kümmert sich hingebungsvoll um seine Genesung. Allzu engelsgleich, gut und tadellos, erscheint sie auch dem Helden auf den ersten Blick (und auf den zweiten, dritten, vierten etc.) als ein Engel. Ein schier unvergleich gutes Wesen, dass ihm als Inbegriff als Reinen und Wahrhaften im Gegensatz zu den ihm bekannten Ladies seiner Klasse erscheint.
Diese doch sehr stereotyp, zumindest aber bemühte Gegenüberstellung zweier Welten von Land und Stadtleben, vermag zwar den Helden zu faszinieren und sein Herz zu erwärmen, mir hingegen entlockte sie ein enttäuschtes (und gelangweiltes) Seufzen.
Die Heldin ist viel zu tugendhaft um echt zu wirken. Und obwohl liebenswürdig, lässt sie durch ihre Fehlerlosigkeit nur wenig Identifikation zu. Der Held hingegen scheint überhaupt kaum Konturen zu besitzen. Natürlich ist er gutaussehend, leidenschaftlich, selbstsicher etc. wie (nahezu) alle Helden dieses Genres, dennoch fehlen ihm Eigenschaften, die ihn zu einem Individuum werden lassen. Er ist eher ein Typus als ein Charakter und auch dass ihm die Autorin in fast jedem zweitem Satz "bloody" einflechten lässt, macht ihn nicht schmissiger oder auch nur englischer.
Ich bin mir sicher die Autorin kann bessere Bücher schreiben als dieses. Einige Szenen, wie zum Beispiel die "teaparty" Szene der beiden in Kinderstühlen festgezwängten Edelmänner ist wirklich gelungen und lässt auf Besseres hoffen.