Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Wicked, My Love Book Tour: Spotlight + Excerpt + Giveaway! @SourcebooksCasa @SusannaIves

Wicked, My Love (Wicked Little Secrets, #2)
Release date: March 3, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: Historical (Victorian) Romance
Series: Wicked Little Secrets #2

A smooth-talking rogue and a dowdy financial genius...

Handsome, silver-tongued politician Lord Randall doesn't get along with his bank partner, the financially brilliant but hopelessly frumpish Isabella St. Vincent. Ever since she was his childhood nemesis, he's tried—and failed—to get the better of her.

Make a perfectly wicked combination...

When both Randall's political career and their mutual bank interests are threatened by scandal, he has to admit he needs Isabella's help. They set off on a madcap scheme to set matters right. With her wits and his charm, what could possibly go wrong? Only a volatile mutual attraction that's catching them completely off guard...

My Rating: 4.5 Roses

An utterly charming and delightful historical romance, Wicked, My Love was a wonderful read. With sparkling wit, lively humor, and a lovely romance, this book was fantastic and I absolutely loved it.

Isabella was a lovely heroine. Scary smart and defiantly independent, she was definitely no shrinking flower. Until she was put amongst people and her social awkwardness revealed itself. She was likable in her flaws and I thought she was a great character.

Randall was such a charmer. He could wrap someone around his fingers with a few well-thought out words and charm the whole of society to adore him. Except for Isabella, who was too knowledgeable of his tricks. But, past that, he was smarter than he was given credit for and he truly wanted to help people with his political career, rather than be a pretty puppet. He was also sweet, kind, and just an overall adorable character who I really liked.

The romance was well done. Isabella and Randall had known and hated each other since they were children. But, it didn't take much for all that energy to change to lust and for them to realize how much they cared about each other without the habit of animosity. They both understood and accepted each other, flaws and all. Not to mention that the chemistry between them was steamy and definitely turned the heat up. I thought they were great together.

I had two small issues with the book. 1) The pace was slow in some places. Not enough to be boring, but enough that it was a noticeable change. And, 2) it was somewhat frustrating how tightly Isabella clung to her old hatred. I understood her reasoning, but I also wanted to shake some sense into her. However, these were both very minor issues and I still loved the book despite them.

Other than the aforementioned few places along the plot that slowed down, most of the story moved quickly and kept me fully engaged. The humor in this book was delightful and had me full on smiling more than once. I really liked the story and the ending was simply lovely.

Wicked, My Love was a dazzlingly lovely, sweetly romantic book that I really liked. It was a fun, enjoyable read. Romance lovers, this is definitely a book you won't want to miss.

*I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Marry, Kiss, Kill with Susanna Ives:

Today we are pleased to have Susanna Ives join us for a round of Marry, Kiss or Kill! For this stop, we asked her to choose between Mr. Darcy, Benedict Cumberbatch, Christian Grey:

“I didn’t mean to kill Christian Grey. Things got a little rough and it just happened. (But I’m not sorry.)

I’m going to come right out and say it: Benedict Cumberbatch is not my type. I’d give him a little peck on the cheek but that’s about it. The first time I saw him was in a movie with Tom Hardy. Benedict kept getting in the picture, obscuring my view of Hardy. I’ll just marry Tom Hardy. Oh, darn, he’s not a choice.

Well, then, I’ll marry Mr. Darcy. He’s handsome with a passionate personality smoldering beneath the calm fa├žade. And he has staff. I would never have to do the dishes again! Now, that’s sexy.”

She stationed herself by the window and scowled as if to say to the people looking in her window for vacant seats, Don’t get in this carriage. It’s occupied by a dangerous, sleep-deprived, hysterical woman who wants to be left alone. Stay away. Stay away. When the conductor’s whistle blew and the train started to rumble underneath her feet, she released her held breath and rested her head against the back of the seat.

Wham! The carriage door flew open and a brown leather bag went flying past her, hitting the opposite wall. Randall leaped in just as the train lurched forward.“Good morning, love.”

“W-what are you doing?” she cried, the great plan that she’d spent the night weaving suddenly torn to shreds. “You’re supposed to be getting your black heart shackled to some beautiful nincompoop.”

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you go alone?”

“No, of course not,” she stammered, feeling stupid. Why was she so terrible at understanding subtle meanings? She took everyone at their literal word. She should have known better from that slippery snake of a man. After all, he was a politician, and a good one, in a profession not renowned for its honesty and forthrightness.

He sat himself down beside her, his woodsy scent clogging her nose and setting her nerves alight. She switched to the opposite seat. “And don’t sit next to me. I don’t want people to think we’re lovers.”

“We’re lovers?” He shot her a sly glance. “Did you get me foxed out of my poor wits, take advantage of me in my defenseless state, and then not have the courtesy to tell me? Did I enjoy it?”

She refused to dignify that bit of lunacy with a direct answer. “Your mother, Judith, everyone thinks that I l-love you. Oh, my throat hurts for uttering such moronic nonsense.”

He extended his legs, cupped his hands behind his head, and let a charming smile laze on his lips. His blue coat molded to his lean, flat belly and the contour of his sex bulged in his brown trousers. “Naturally they think that,” he said. “What’s not to love?”

She averted her eyes, determined not to look at his male part. However, the generous, manly swell in the fabric was now emblazoned on her brain. “I really don’t have the time to discuss all the things that I don’t love about you. The list is quite long, and I’m a bit upset. I didn’t get any sleep, and now you are here to complicate everything. I just…just want to read.” She unfurled her journal and bowed her head, hoping he would take that as a cue to be quiet.

She gently rocked in her seat, as if it were a comforting cradle, trying to keep her curious eyes from roving back to his lap as she read and reread the first paragraph in an article about interest rates in the banks of Holland. She had almost made it to the second paragraph when she felt his shoulder rub against hers.

“Just relax,” he said, settling next to her. “We’re not lovers. I detest you as much as you detest me.”

“I don’t detest you,” she corrected. “I just don’t like you some—well, most of the time.”

“I certainly despise you, no question about that. Now that we have our mutual dislike for each other clarified, I think we should play a little game.”

She looked at him askew. “The our bank fails, we lose all our money, and our names and reputations are ruined game? I hear that it’s great fun until they cart us off to the poorhouse.”

“No, it’s the let’s-invent-false-identities-so-as-not-to-cast-suspicion game.”

“Oh.” It made sense. She hated when Randall made sense.
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About the Author:

Susanna Ives started writing when she left her job as a multimedia training developer to stay home with her family. Now she keeps busy driving her children to various classes, writing books, and maintaining websites. She often follows her husband on business trips around Europe and blogs about the misadventures of touring with children. She lives in Atlanta.

1 comment:

  1. I have been looking forward to Of Silk and Steel