Mr. Benjamin has left his beautiful bride in the church in
a
moment of panic and boarded his ship to travel to India
.
Lady Eve is humiliated and heartbroken when Ben leaves her
at
the altar on their wedding day. After two years Lady Eve
is
ready to move on with her life and agrees to marry Sir
Jonathan; however Ben Shows up after two long years abroad
and still in love with her and doesn't want to lose Lady
Eve again.
Lady Eve knows Ben is nothing but trouble; still she can't
stop wondering if she is making the right decision to
marry
Sir Jonathan because Ben is trying so hard to
prove to Eve that they belong together.
THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES starts with a
jilted heroine, a mischievous hero and a questionable
fiancé...very interesting! Lady Eve is a really sweet
heroine that forgives too
soon. I had expected that
she would give a harder time to Ben and Jonathan. In the
middle
of the book there is a twist in the story and a danger
that
didn't make any sense to me why the hero and heroine need
to
be in danger, and then another twist about Ben's problem.
I
would have preferred the author have kept the plot like
the
beginning of the book lighthearted, fun and interesting.
The
middle of the book was slow pace and I kept hoping
something interesting would happen, of course towards the
end
the story became more engaging.
Overall THE BEST OF BOTH ROGUES is an enjoyable read with
charm and humor.
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 right. 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 telling herself... Rival Rogues series: One Rogue Too Many In Bed with a Rogue The Best of Both Rogues
Excerpt
Ben 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 wasn’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. “What are you doing here?” a voice hissed. “You are not on the guest list.” “Pardon?” Ben spun toward the speaker and came up short. His eyebrows veered toward each other. “How do you know?” he whispered back to the mass of green palm fronds. “Because I helped make the list.” The plant’s fronds parted, and Eve Thorne’s stern glare greeted him. What the devil was she doing? Her frown deepened when he simply stared, at a loss for words. “Do you have a death wish, Mr. Hillary?” The corners of his mouth twitched. “Let me guess, you’ve been attacked by a man-eating plant. Are you in need of rescue, Kitten?” She growled softly and the fronds snapped back into place. Ben checked the surrounding area to be certain they hadn’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 almost unnoticeable. God, he had missed her – 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. “What are you doing back there, Miss Thorne, and shouldn’t you have a chaperone?” She crossed her arms as if erecting a wall between them. “God only knows why, but I am trying to save your skin, Benjamin James Arran Hillary.” Damnation. He had almost forgotten he’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. “Am I to conclude your skulking about means you still care?” “I 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.” Crossing paths with Sebastian Thorne didn’t concern Ben. Her brother’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 chosen gloves. He scowled. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous it looked for two men to engage in a slapping match?” The gents at Brooks’s hadn’t stopped talking about the duel for days, and Ben had endured the brunt of the teasing since he’d followed his youngest brother’s advice and allowed Thorne to win. Eve’s smile radiated with self-satisfaction. “Since no one died, I would say I made an excellent choice.” H grudgingly admitted her cleverness had managed to resolve the conflict without bloodshed – 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 Eve’s position in Society restored.
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