"Ben Hillary... the epitome of the charming, sexy regency rogue..."
Reviewed by Susan Gorman
Posted August 1, 2015
In THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES, author Samantha Grace has
created a flawed hero in Ben Hillary. He's the epitome of
the charming, sexy regency rogue -- and he's fabulous! The
bad boy that you know you shouldn't like but you do anyway.
I wasn't prepared to like Ben as he jilted Eve (one of my
favorite characters from IN BED WITH A ROGUE). Ms. Grace
drew me into this character-driven novel by showing how
determined Ben was in his pursuit of Eve. Loved, loved
Ben's visit to the Woodmere Foundling Home, especially the
time he spent with Baby Toby. These scenes are laugh-out-loud funny. Ben and
Eve have an honest conversation and he confides some of the events that led to
his decision to
Eve Thorne has matured in the past two years. She is more
self confident and stronger because she persevered and got
through the humiliation of being left at the altar. She has
her family and her volunteer work and is newly engaged to
an interesting man, Sir Jonathan Hackberry. She is torn
between her duty to Sir Jonathan and her desire for Ben.
Enjoyed the scenes where Sir Jonathan Hackberry is center
stage. He appears to be a forgetful academic. Loved the
scenes with Jonathan, Eve and Grace as they enjoy a
walk. It's apparent that Jonathan is clueless about Eve's
needs and desires. All of the scenes with our charming hero
and the absent-minded scholar are fabulously written.
The well-paced storyline has several interesting subplots.
Kudos to Samantha Grace for including characters who suffer
from PSTD and presenting how it can manifest in an
individual over a period of time. Loved that many of the
characters from the earlier Rival rogues books were
included in this novel. Enjoyed seeing Sebastian, Helena
and Fergus. Enjoyed meeting Ben's friend Crispin Locke,
Viscount Margrave and the elements of suspense and intrigue
he provided to the story. I'm hoping to see more of Margrave
in the future. I enjoyed reading every word of this charming
novel and I look forward to Ms. Grace's next book.
The worst thing Mr. Benjamin Hillary ever did was abandon
his bride-to-be on
their wedding day.
The hardest thing he will ever have to do is watch her
marry another man.
After two long years abroad, Ben finds Eve every bit as
captivating as she was
the first time he saw her, and he vows to set things
Lady Eve Thorne has a new man in her life, and Ben is
nothing but trouble.
She is no longer a starry-eyed young woman, and now that
he's back, he can
go hang for all she cares. At least that's what she keeps
Rival Rogues series:
One Rogue Too Many
In Bed with a Rogue
The Best of Both Rogues
ExcerptBen made a slow circle of the brightly lit ballroom,
stopping occasionally to study the couples as they
sashayed past, their cheeks pink from exertion. After
several moments, he was satisfied Lord Wellham wasnâ€™t
among the dancers, not that Ben was surprised. If his
memory served, the earl favored gambling over gamboling.
Reaching a secluded corner near a dark alcove, he paused
to check once more for his quarry before he sought out
the card room.
â€śWhat are you doing here?â€ť a voice hissed. â€śYou are not
on the guest list.â€ť
â€śPardon?â€ť Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short.
His eyebrows veered toward each other. â€śHow do you know?â€ť
he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds.
â€śBecause I helped make the list.â€ť The plantâ€™s fronds
parted, and Eve Thorneâ€™s stern glare greeted him. What
the devil was she doing?
Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for
words. â€śDo you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?â€ť
The corners of his mouth twitched. â€śLet me guess, youâ€™ve
been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of
She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into
place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain
they hadnâ€™t earned any unwanted attention, then peered
around the massive greenery. Eve was wedged against the
wall, her yellow chiffon skirts crushed against the large
pot. Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, drawing
his attention to the modest swell of her breasts peeking
above her lacy neckline. A rosy glow infused her ivory
skin, making the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks
God, he had missed her â€“ her freckles, her pouty lips,
her soulful brown eyes. He had been smitten from the
moment he had spied her at the theater during the little
Season, and two years on a faraway continent had done
nothing to cool his ardor.
â€śWhat are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and
shouldnâ€™t you have a chaperone?â€ť
She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them.
â€śGod only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin,
Benjamin James Arran Hillary.â€ť
Damnation. He had almost forgotten heâ€™d been burdened
with so many names, and that she had a habit of invoking
every one when she was perturbed. His smile expanded.
Despite her pretense of indifference, she was worried for
him. â€śAm I to conclude your skulking about means you
â€śI care about Lady Eldridge, and I do not want to see her
ball ruined by you and Sebastian coming to fisticuffs.
You really must leave before he sees you and demands
another meeting on the field.â€ť
Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didnâ€™t concern Ben.
Her brotherâ€™s need to defend her reputation after Ben
jilted her had been satisfied three weeks earlier in a
duel, and Thorne would not issue a second challenge for
fear of losing. Ben suspected neither of them wanted to
risk looking like fools again either. Instead of dueling
with pistols or swords as any other normal men would do,
they had allowed Eve to choose the weapons. She had
He scowled. â€śDo you have any idea how ridiculous it
looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?â€ť The
gents at Brooksâ€™s hadnâ€™t stopped talking about the duel
for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing
since heâ€™d followed his youngest brotherâ€™s advice and
allowed Thorne to win.
Eveâ€™s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. â€śSince no
one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.â€ť
H grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to
resolve the conflict without bloodshed â€“ or much, anyway.
Ben had walked away with a cut on his cheek and a nasty
bruise, thanks to her brother filling his glove with
pebbles. But bruised pride and a bruised mug were small
prices to pay to see Eveâ€™s position in Society restored.
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