"Luck Be A Lady...."
Reviewed by Sherri Morris
Posted December 22, 2013
Romance Historical
Lord Chillingsworth, also known as Frost, has a legendary
reputation as one of the Lords of Vice. Being the
last of
the Lords who has not settled down and married...he wants to
keep it that way. He is more than content with his long
line of mistresses.
Emily Cavell has a personal vendetta against the man who
ruined her sister. Her sister Lucy, took her own life when
she got pregnant with her lover's child, but she was already
betrothed to another man. On Lucy's last breath, she tells
Emily the name Frost.
Frost and Emily's first meeting comes when Emily tries to
help a young girl get away from her father who is trying to
sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Frost steps in to
help when the father get aggressive towards the ladies and
ensures that the young girl will be taken care of. It isn't
until a later meeting that she realizes that he is the man
Frost she is looking for.
Frost also discovers that the lady he assisted in rescuing
the young girl is trying to close down the Lords of Vice's
club Nox. Although Frost has never wanted an innocent in
his bed, he begins his slow seduction of her. At least that
was his plan until his feelings for her become more than
just a conquest and more of a permanent.
Emily's request for revenge for her sister's death and her
growing feelings for Frost and his family leave her torn.
Does she avenge her sister's death or does she allow herself
to be lost in the pleasure Frost gives her when he comes to
her in the evening hours?
The last book of the Lords of Vice is Frost's story.
I
really enjoyed this book. Having not read the previous
books, this one mentioned the previous characters, but is
still easy to following along. The characters are strong
and easily likable. TWILIGHT WITH THE INFAMOUS EARL is the
first book I have read by
Alexandra Hawkins. I am sure more of her books will make my
wishlist soon.
SUMMARY
Lord Chillingsworth’s reputation precedes him—the
infamous
“Frost” is as legendary on the field of honor as he is in
the bedroom. Which makes it surprising that young Emily
Cavell has taken up the cause of closing Frost’s favorite
gambling hell. Who does this brazen, flame-haired beauty
think she is? Emily’s vendetta is personal: She is determined to take a
pound of flesh from Frost, who ruined her sister. But the
man she meets is not the cold-hearted devil she imagined—
and
is twice as handsome to boot—and soon Emily finds herself
falling for him. Their battle of wills quickly ignites
into
blazing desire. Could it be that the most jaded Lord of
Vice
is finally willing to risk everything and gamble on her
heart? Or is true love only a fool’s game?
ExcerptFrost rarely pursued a lady. First, it took too much effort; more to the point, most
were
not worthy of the chase. Second, most ladies were willing quarry.
His
handsome face and title had opened the doors of countless bedchambers—
something he often had taken for granted. However, he had been willing to
make
an exception for Miss Cavell. Although it galled him to admit it, the lady
mildly intrigued him. Her acrimony toward Nox gave him the excuse he needed to
seek her out. In the end, she came to him. Well, not precisely to him. He and the lady just happened
to be attending the same ball this evening. Fate had placed
them
on the same course, and he was willing to see for himself if the
daring
Emily was worth all the fuss. As he watched her from the upper landing, she was
blithely
unaware of his presence. She was speaking cordially with their
hostess, Lady Fiddick, and her niece. Miss Cavell stood out from the trio,
looking
quite fetching this evening. The fashions this spring tended to favor
brighter colors, most of which would have been disastrous for a redhead. Of
course, this would not have prevented an ambitious miss who insisted on
wearing
the latest styles and colors. Unlike her two companions who were
draped
in scarlet and geranium, Miss Cavell seemed almost subdued in her
periwinkle dress. Instead, the observer's eye was drawn to her dark red
hair.
Her maid had curled the lady's long locks into curls of medium
thickness
and pinned them into an artful arrangement. Several white roses had been
added, and the overall effect made his fingers itch to discover all the
hairpins concealed in her thick tresses. "I recognize that look," a familiar masculine voice
drawled
behind him. "Only a woman can generate such predatory hunger in
a
man's gaze." Frost did not glance at his uninvited companion. "Lord
Ravens. I did not realize you strayed from your personal house of
iniquity
to dally with the civilized." The earl's amusement covered him like the comforting
warmth of a blanket. He had known the man for years. Before Saint's
marriage, he and Frost had been frequent guests at Lord Ravens's
intimate
gatherings of debauchery. Once, the Lords of Vice had even considered
inviting the earl to join them. However, not all of his friends appreciated
Ravens's unusual appetites, and the subject had been dropped. Even so, Frost doubted the gentleman would have joined
them. He enjoyed being lord and master of his world. Frost shifted his gaze to Lord Ravens. His mild annoyance
faded at the sight of his friend. With hair as dark as his own, the
gray-eyed earl looked the same. The twenty-seven-year-old was unmarried and
most
likely would remain in that state unless he discovered a very
understanding wife. "What brings you here?" "I could ask the same of you, my friend. After all, you
are
one of my favorite guests, and yet you have deprived me and my
friends of your company." "My apologies," Frost said sincerely. "My appetites led
me
elsewhere, and I was content. No offense was intended." "I am relieved. I value your friendship, and thought
Sinclair and your other friends might have persuaded you to abandon our
friendship since my gatherings are not for the unenlightened." Frost heartily agreed. "Then you do not know me as well
as you believed. No one, not even my good friends, tells me whom
I
may spend my evenings with, or where." Lord Ravens smiled. "Excellent. Then I pray you will
return
to us soon?" "How can I refuse such a warm invitation? Especially
since I
envy the contents of your wine cellar." The earl coughed into his hand. "And nothing else tempts
you?" Frost laughed. "Oh, there is no doubt that you provide
many temptations, gent. It is one of the reasons why some
people
dislike you." "Dislike?" He raised his brows as he considered the word.
"Several of your friends despise me. Vanewright, in particular,
always
looks as if he'd like to plant his fist in my jaw." Vane had not been in the best of moods the last time
Saint
had dragged their friend to Ravens's town house. It had happened so
long
ago, it was not worth explaining. Instead, he teased, "You sound
surprised.
I thought most gents wish to murder you." Ravens chuckled. "True. Many secretly fear I will steal
their wives away from them." "And would you?" The earl shrugged. "Is it my fault that I am irresistible
to
most females?" Frost clapped a companionable hand on Lord Ravens's
shoulder. "And that is why you and I get along so well. We are afflicted
with the same problem when it comes to women." "It is only a problem if you are the man with the
unfaithful
wife." Ravens casually nodded toward the chattering females
below.
"And which lady has caught your eye this evening? Or is it all
three?" The question was not meant to unsettle Frost. Lord Ravens
was wholly indiscriminate when it came to women or men. Married,
virgins, old, and young, he welcomed them all into his bed. "Why? Do you wish to join me?" Over the years, there had been evenings when drink,
boredom,
and lust had turned into a potent combination, and he had indulged
in
the mindless orgies Ravens had hosted. Frost had rejoiced in the
abandonment, but it did not take long for it to pall as well. It was one of the
reasons why he had not visited the gentleman's residence in two months. "Are you willing to share?" Frost glanced at Emily Cavell. Share her? He did not like
that idea at all.
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