The Duke and Miss Christmas by Amelia Grey my review
Review Courtesy of April Hollingworth
This is a short novella from The Heirs’ Club of Scoundrels series, and the first one I’ve read. While I enjoyed the novella I found the ending slightly abrupt. Don’t get me wrong it was a wonderfully fun and sweet story with a happily ever after and a number of funny parts that kept me turning the pages, I just expected another scene at the end, and in my head I know exactly what I was expecting, though granted it wasn’t necessary at all.
As for the characters, they were filled with sass and sweetness, laughter and a number of misunderstandings, All in all a fabulous bunch to read about.
Opening Scene:
Crispin, the seventh Duke of Hurst, stopped his horse when he crested the rise and spied something that puzzled him in the misty whorls of fading fog.
The Review:
Crispin, the Duke of Hurst, has never met a woman he couldn’t handle until he meets Miss Gwen Prim, and never has he known a name not to suit someone as much as hers does, for prim is something she surely isn’t, especially while hitting him over the head with a basket filled with mistletoe. Crispin knows in that instant, he’s finally met his match.
Mortified for mistaking the Duke’s intensions, Gwen can’t believe she hit him over the head with her basket and tousled with him on the road. But what concerns her the most is the way he makes her feel, for never has she felt this way about a gentleman in her life. Can the magic of Christmas bring her a proposal she doesn’t expect?
Notable Scene:
“Leave my sister alone, you beast!” a feminine voice yelled as he was struck again before he freed Sybil’s foot. “Get away from her!”
Crispin whirled to see a beautiful, but an angry-hot, blue gaze fixed on him. He threw up his arm in time to ward off the object that was coming at him for the third time.
“What the devil is wrong with you?” he said, grabbing a firm hold on the small flower container the young lady had turned into a weapon.
“Go for help, Sybil!” she exclaimed, trying to wrench the basket from his grip. “Hurry! Ride, fast!” she continued before he finally wrestled the wicker out of her hands and tossed it aside.
“Wat,” Crispin said, whirling toward Sybil. But she had already thrown her good leg over the saddle and clutched the rains tightly in her hands. Crispin reached out for her but caught only a handful of air. At the same time, the young lady had reached behind him and slapped the horse’s rump. The mare took off at a trot with Sybil bouncing in the saddle but somehow managing to hang on.
Fearing Sybil might fall off and do more damage to her leg, Crispin let out a loud whistle, but the animal wasn’t trained to obey the command and kept going. He started to run after the horse, but the tail of his cloak was grabbed from behind and he was yanked backward.
“You can’t have my sister! Leave her alone!”
FTC Advisory: Amy Goppert through NetGalley provided me with a copy of The Duke and Miss Christmas by Amelia Grey. Published through St. Martin’s Press. Kindle Edition. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.
