"An extremely witty and entertaining story portraying two very resourceful people."
Reviewed by Kay Quintin
Posted November 8, 2010
Holiday | Romance Historical
The handsome infamous Spanish womanizer Andres Ramigio is
given an ultimatum by the irate husband of his latest
conquest. In exchange for leaving London, he will receive
acreage in Northumberland with a home and stables. His
dream of restoring the family dynasty will come true, if he
has the funds to start his stud service with his
thoroughbred, Destinada. Andres' posing as Baron de
Vasconia, along with his notoriety as a handsome rogue,
hinders securing a bride with the required dowry. Feisty Abigail Montrose happens upon Andres at a ball
believing he is attempting suicide. She has been jilted by
the man she loves when he proposed to her cousin instead.
Now Abby's father is arranging to have her marry a man with
13 children. Overhearing the exchange, Andres persuades
Abby to elope with him, which will secure the funds
necessary for his future. Neither of them expects Abby to
be denied her money for three years. Destitute with tumbled-
down property, both must use their wits to survive as it
nears Christmastime. Being the season of miracles, Andres
and Abby find that anything can happen at Christmas and
true love can come when least expected or wanted. HIS CHRISTMAS PLEASURE is an extremely witty and funny
story portraying two very resourceful people. The fiery,
red-headed Abigail is a delightful young woman with a mind
to rival any man's. Abigail's love for her parents gives
her many sorrowful moments, but her love for Andre will
conquer in the end. Andre's devastation at finding the
money is not to come for three years is bothersome, but
soon becomes secondary to his newly besotted wife. A very
enjoyable read!
SUMMARY
When her father threatens to marry Abigail Montross off to
a man twice her age (and with thirteen children!), she
decides to elope instead with the irresistibly handsome
Baron de Vasconia. She know all abut his notorious
reputaiton. He is the most seductive man in all of London,
but he’s vowed to protect her, so she allow herself to be
tempted into his bed, promising to guard her heart at all
costs. Andres believes he’s entered into nothing more than a
marriage of convenience with a charming and very wealthy
young woman. But the days–and nights–Abigail spends in his
arms soon reform this rogue. He’ll do anything to gain her
love–until they each discover the truth about the other and
old wounds are revealed. It’s the season of miracles and passion–when love not only
awakens the senses but delivers the greatest gift of
all . . .
ExcerptAbigail Montross took a step away from the Barón de
Vasconia. Conscious that they’d become the center of
attention in the crowded ball, now might be a good time to
return to her parents, with or without his escort. There
was a wildness in the elegant Lady Dobbins’s eyes and a
tension in her body Abby didn’t trust.But her movement caught her ladyship’s attention. Vivid
blue eyes, the ones countless men had celebrated in poetry
to her beauty, honed in on Abby with the intensity of a
hawk seeking prey. “This is what you think to replace me with?” Lady Dobbins
murmured. Her lip curled. “Not here, my lady,” the barón warned, steel in his low
voice. “We have an audience. Let me escort Miss Montross
back to her family and then we will talk.” But Lady Dobbins either didn’t hear him or didn’t
care. “Montross?” she repeated. “The banker’s daughter? The
one who was jilted? Oh, I see now why she was tossed aside.
Good heavens, Andres, have you no eyes? I thought you
Spaniards were lovers of beauty. Or have you lost your good
taste?” Abby wasn’t the only one stunned by the woman’s meanness. A
collective gasp went up all around them, sending a burst of
heat to Abby’s face–which only made her look more pathetic.
The crowd’s sympathy aside, she could feel their eyes
dissecting her every feature. Even the musicians had not
lifted their instruments to play the next set The barón pulled Abby behind him. “Do you think you are the
only beautiful woman here, my lady? You are wrong. Miss
Montross has a beauty you could never hope to attain.” “Beauty?” Her ladyship snorted her opinion. “You find
beauty in ruddy cheeks and a button nose?” The barón answered. “Also her youth–?” “She is not that young,” the countess lashed out. “She’s much younger than yourself, but I’m talking about
her spirit. It is young. She’s a believer, Carla, something
both you and I gave up long ago.” “Because we are realists,” Lady Dobbins said in her
defense. “Sophisticated.” “And value nothing,” he agreed. “I valued you.” “And see where you are now?” His mark hit home. Her ladyship drew back. She glanced at those around them as
if just realizing she was creating a scene. A wiser woman
would have retreated. Lady Dobbins wasn’t wise. “All a woman has, all that is
important about her, all that matters are her looks. You’ve
made that very clear, barón, with so many of us. Now it
appears you have developed a taste for, well, something
other than the sublime. For example, her hair reminds one
of a curly, overripe carrot.” “Her hair reflects her joy in life. ” “Natural or not, eh?” her ladyship said. “And, yes, I am
older, but she is wrinkled. She’s almost as withered as a
prune.” “Those aren’t wrinkles,” he said with a sigh as if bored
with the discussion. “They are the lines left from
laughter. And who wants a blank canvas? A man needs to know
his woman can think and feel. A rose opens as it ages,
becoming more fragrant, more full in blossom, more lovely
with time. I see in Miss Montross’s face her strength of
character. She meets life on her terms and doesn’t need to
humiliate another to make herself important..” Several heads around them nodded agreement. Most of those
nodding were men. Lady Dobbins’s chin shot up. “Character?” she quizzed “What
would you of all men know about character? You are a pretty
boy, barón. A charm. You haven’t done one meaningful thing
in your life, and now you are holding up this silly, gap-
toothed, flat chested chit as a paragon for all of us to
admire. Look to yourself, my lord, before you chastise me.” Abby did have a small gap between her two front teeth. It
was a family trait. Her mother and her cousin Corinne had
gaps as well. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
She didn’t care what people thought of her chest, but that
small separation between her two front teeth made her
terribly self-conscious. “Her smile is charming,” the barón said. “As for
endowments, not all men like overripe melons, my lady.
Especially amply displayed ones.” “You did.” Her words sucked the air out of the room for Abby. She’d
tried not to think of the two of them together. She wanted
to like the barón and she didn’t like the countess . . .
but he had. Without breaking stride, he coolly answered, “My tastes
have changed.” He was defending her, but his words struck Abby as cruel.
As male. And everyone listening would imply that now she was his
next conquest. It would be her name linked to his in the
papers on the morrow. She could see it now. She would be
referred to as the “mysterious Miss Gap Tooth”-and she was
ruined. She wasn’t a married woman whose husband obviously
looked the other way from her indiscretions. She already
had enough rumors swirling around her. Worse, Freddie’s father, the earl could be smug in the
knowledge that he’d saved his son from such infamy. Corinne
would never find herself caught in such a scene as this.
Corinne was perfect, sensible, dutiful. Nor was Abby the only one hit by his words. Lady Dobbins jerked as if jolted with a shot of
electricity. Had she truly thought she could stomp her
satin clad feet and a man like the barón would be contrite?
Abby hadn’t known him long but he didn’t strike her as a
lapdog. Her ladyship’s venom came out in physical violence. She
slapped the barón, the action short, to the point,
insulting. Then, ignoring the scandalized gasps around her,
Lady Dobbins sailed away, head high, the crowd shuffling
back to let her pass. There was a beat of assessing silence. Abby assumed most
people were like herself, shocked beyond belief. And then the low, agitated hum of conversation as word of
the scene was passed from one pair of lips to another. The barón turned to her, his silver eyes somber as if he
knew the cost of this scene to Abby, but she wasn’t in the
mood for apologies. Her reputation, indeed, her life was
now completely in a shambles with no hope for recovery.
Freddie would never marry her and her father would be hard
pressed to find any husband for her. “I am sorry,” the barón said, and Abby lost all sense. Her hand flew through the air, powered by her frustration,
her shame, and her fear. Her slap was not as neat, concise, and ladylike as Lady
Dobbins’s. It carried the full force of her turbulent
emotions. Not only that, but she was a rather strong woman.
The sound reverberated through the ballroom. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. Abby couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, shocked by what
she’d just done. Her angry finger marks reddened on his skin. He raised a
hand to his jaw, frowning, angry, confused. He’d want
answers–and she didn’t want to give them. Not here. She took the only action open to her, she ran. The crowd didn’t part for her. She had to shove her way,
heading for the only refuge she had in the room, her father.
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Comments
2 comments posted.
Re: An extremely witty and entertaining story portraying two very resourceful people.
Wow! Poor Abby! Can't wait to see what the Baron does next.
(Stephanie B 11:01am November 27, 2011)
Oh yummy! This plot is my favorite. The heroine nearly married to an old goat
with tons of children! Gah! What a terrible life Abby would have had. Enter the
handsome and hunky Baron needing a rich heroine - and the story begins! Sigh!
I do so want to read this book and have added it to the top of my Christmas Wish
List!! Thanks for the enticing review.
(Connie Fischer 12:27pm November 27, 2011)
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