A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT is Book four in Anna Campbell's
Sons of Sin series. Even though I'm able to read
and
enjoy A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT without having read all of
the previous books, I think most people would enjoy it
more reading this series in the correct order. There are
several characters from previous books that make
appearances in A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT and they discuss
things that happened in those other books. The main
source of conflict between the hero and heroine in A
SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT is due to the evil deeds of a
villain from earlier in the series.
Nell Trim is a classic heroine. Spurred to action after
hearing her sister -- on her deathbed -- name the man that
ruined her and broke her heart, Nell finds herself in the
employ of James Fairbrother, Marquess of Leath -- much to
his surprise and consternation. Nell is looking for what
she believes is proof that James is the scoundrel her
late sister named to be. James is not that man. Nell
befuddles, bewitches and eventually enchants James. It
couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. The amazing irony,
for me, is that Nell believes James is the worst sort of
monster when in reality he is all things a hero should be
-- sexy, kindhearted, hard-working, and good to his
mother. After reading A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT, James
Fairbrother is one of my all-time favorite historical
heroes.
Nell Trim is a little reminiscent of Jane Eyre -- proud,
full of purpose and with very definite ideas about what
she believes is right and wrong. I'm glad this story is
told from both points of view. Having access to the
thoughts of both characters helps the reader understand
them better and make them more sympathetic. Without
having that extra insight into Nell's way of thinking, I
think she would seem a little too unyielding for me.
However, the romance that develops between Nell and James
is powerful and I couldn't stop reading their story.
A SCOUNDREL BY MOONLIGHT is a gripping story with a
heavenly hero. The danger provided by the villain
highlights the strong feelings that James and Nell have
for each other. This is one of those books that will make
you lose some sleep to finish. I look forward to the next
book by Anna Campbell.
Anything can happen in the moonlight . . .
Justice. That's all Nell Trim wants-for her sister and for
the countless other young women the
Marquess of Leath has ruined with his wildly seductive ways.
Now she has a bold plan to take
him down . . . as long as she can resist the scoundrel's
temptations herself.
From the moment Nell meets James Fairbrother, the air
positively sizzles. Yet for all his size
and power, there's something amazingly tender in his touch.
Could he really be such a depraved
rogue? The only way to find out is to beat the devil at his
own game . . . one tempting kiss
at a time.
Excerpt
The stables, Alloway Chase, Yorkshire, October 1828
“Thank you,” Miss Trim said drily. “I don’t need to learn to
ride.”
“You lost that argument yesterday.”
Her lips firmed. “Only because you asked me in front of your
mother.”
This time Leath couldn’t contain his amusement. “I’ve
learned a few tricks from my years in politics.”
She almost smiled. An almost smile from Miss Trim was more
dazzling than the sun. “I’ll have to be on my toes, I see.”
She would indeed. Or she’d be on her back.
Luckily, he was saved from making that wish reality when a
groom led out her pony. “Miss Trim, allow me to introduce
one of nature’s gentlemen, Snowflake.”
At his name, the fat, white pony nodded his shaggy head.
Miss Trim laughed. “I had nightmares about this. Snowflake
isn’t exactly what I imagined.”
“I’ve decided to save the fire-breathing monster for
tomorrow.” Leath thanked the groom and took the reins. “Have
you ever been on a horse?”
“No.”
He regarded her searchingly. “You’re not really frightened,
are you?”
“No.” She hesitated. “Maybe. Yes. A little.”
“You’re close to the ground on Snowflake.”
“Easy for you to say.”
He laughed again. “Do you need me to help you up?” Snowflake
was too small for a woman of Eleanor’s height, but Leath
wanted her first ride to soothe her fears.
“I think I can manage.”
Pity. His hands itched to circle that willowy waist.
Snowflake stood while Miss Trim settled gingerly on his
back. Leath was surprised at her uncertainty. He’d believed
her completely indomitable. This vulnerability was
dangerously appealing.
He passed her the reins and she grabbed them so hard that
Snowflake whickered in protest. Knowing that contact was a
mistake, Leath placed his hands over hers. “Gently.”
“Sorry,” she muttered and sat stiff as a board in the
sidesaddle as he checked her stirrups. She wore half boots,
and when he twitched away the voluminous red skirts, a
glimpse of white stocking crashed through him like a cannonball.
He stepped back. “How do you feel?”
She looked very unsure. “Like I’m sitting on a volcano
that’s about to erupt.”
He snickered. “Old Snowflake is pushing twenty, Miss Trim.
If he erupts, it will be into a mind-numbingly speedy stroll.”
“That’s scary enough.”
“Courage. If you can face down a cranky marquess, this old
pony is a doddle.” He patted Snowflake, who looked half
asleep—so much for Miss Trim’s worries—and took the halter.
“Are you ready?”
“No.”
“You can’t sit in the stable yard all morning.”
“It’s my first lesson.”
“So start learning.” Clicking his tongue to the somnolent
horse, he moved forward.
“Oh, dear.”
He glanced back. Miss Trim clutched the front of the saddle
as though about to topple off. She looked utterly terrified.
“Deep breath.”
“I think you should stop.”
“I think you should let yourself fall into the rhythm of the
horse.”
“Please don’t say ‘fall.’”
He laughed again. Good God, at this rate, he’d be the life
of the party once he got back to London. “Someone as
graceful as you should have no trouble riding. Listen to
your body.”
Damn it, if she didn’t want to hear “fall,” he didn’t want
to hear “body.” Teaching Miss Trim to ride was a risky
enterprise. If only for her instructor.
Slowly he walked around the yard without looking back. He
needed to get himself under control before he chanced
another glimpse. When he finally did, he was pleased to see
her sitting more naturally. “That’s better.”
“I still feel like I’m about to end up on the cobbles,” she
admitted, although she didn’t look nearly so frozen.
“You’d have to jump. Snowflake’s back is broader than most
chairs.”
“A horse armchair?”
He smiled, charmed, and wishing to Hades that he wasn’t.
“Precisely.”
He led Snowflake around the yard again, then stood back to
let Eleanor try on her own. As he’d expected, she quickly
adapted to the horse’s gait. A quick learner, Miss Trim. He
knew that from working with her.
Inevitably, the idea of her being a quick learner here
inclined his thoughts toward another kind of riding. With
her mounted upon the Marquess of Leath rather than a fat,
phlegmatic pony who hadn’t accelerated past a trot in ten
years. The sensual daydream of watching her undulate over
his body occupied him to a point where he stopped watching.
“My lord?” She and Snowflake halted a few feet away.
“How was that?”
“I’m getting used to it.”
“You’ll come to like it.”
“Perhaps.” Although he was pleased to see her lean to pat
Snowflake’s white neck.
“Go around the yard again, if you please.”
He smiled at her growing confidence. As for her riding
something other than a horse? The wicked idea arose that
where there was a will, there was a way. Surely one could
avoid scandal, if one was careful. Perhaps he was too
punctilious about protecting Miss Trim’s virtue.
After all, she had a perfect right to say no to any offer.
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