“To what do I owe this very great honor?”
She shut the bedroom door. Mitchell Killgower sat at his easel in the window—the window that overlooked the courtyard. So it probably was an honor. Not only could she not allow her calm to break again as it had earlier when she’d got upset about her nails, for days he’d wanted her to help him. This was her chance to capitalise.
“Christian has sent more servants. Now, before you say anything, as is probably your intention, I know it is my fault. Here is what I propose.”
“Hmm. Servants? So that’s who that man was you were trying to kiss?”
Despite his fiddling with a brush stroke as if this was God and the universe, she held her poise.
“I wasn’t trying to kiss him exactly. I just wanted him to do something for me.”
He hovered the brush over a blue spot. “And you thought that was how to go about it?”
She shrugged. “I never thought anything.”
She bent her head. The surprise would have been if he hadn’t seen her. Now, she knew he had, she also knew how to deal with this.
“While it must give you the greatest of pleasures to insult me—small minds and all
that.” The pause was as deliberate as was the way she fixed her gaze on him. “Only a fool can see that with this amount of servants about the place, it’s only a question of time before Christian knows we’re not married.”
“And you somehow think this bothers me?”
“Oh don’t pretend.” She glided closer. “Pretending is really very unbecoming. Killaine House is—”
“I’ll tell you what’s unbecoming. You coming in here because you’ve been seen, in all probability by half the house, myself included, and thinking you can somehow sort this out to your satisfaction, that’s unbecoming.”
“Your lack of understanding is breath-taking.”
"Not half as much as your effrontery."
This from a man whose inability to keep it zipped had landed him in this mess? He placed another blob on the canvas.
“Unless, of course, you were wheedling our way around him, offering your favors? I’m not sending him back to Christian’s if that’s what you’re after.”
‘She has done it again! 4.5 stars. So much fun to read.’ https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34700278-the-writer-and-the-rake
Shehanne Moore has the ability to write stories with a “spicy touch’’! She didn’t disappoint me with ‘The Writer and the rake’! Lovers of time travel romances, are in for a treat! Be ready for a rollercoaster ride of passion, this story is so much fun to read. I loved her characters Brittany and Mitchell!
What happens when writer, Brittany, is transported from the present to the Georgian era, and falls for Mitchell a real bad boy? All hell broke loose! Sparks started to flare and ignite a hot blazing passion. But.....is love possible for them even if they are from a different period of time? Can Brittany forget what she had lived in the future world and start a new life with Mitchell? What will she do?
5.0 out of 5 stars Hellfire and The Time Travellng Bad Girl
ByCatherine Cavendishon April 23, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition
Give me an historical romance with pale, delicate heroines and alpha heroes flexing their six packs and I'll hand it back to you. Unread. But give me a historical time travel romance by Shehanne Moore and I'll grab it with both hands, dive in there and have a whale of a time. I certainly did with The Writer and the Rake, as I have with all the author's previous books. 100% entertainment, with the 'bad girl' unwitting time traveller, Brittany Carter and the Georgian rake - Mitchell Killgower - sparring off each other... when he's not stealing her cigarettes. Add Francis Dashwood and his notorious Hellfire Club, a son Mitchell cannot stand, plus a distinctly dodgy ex-husband, and this novel takes the reader on an often hilarious journey with a heroine your mother would not want you to be friends with but with whom you'd be guaranteed a rollercoaster time. This is the second in series but reads as a standalone.
I’ve been a fan of Shehanne Moore’s work since The Viking and the Courtesan. Now she brings us the Writer and the Rake, which is even better! I absolutely loved the concept. For certain people who happen to be Time Mutants, a kiss can take them backwards or forwards in time to a completely different century. This is what happens to struggling romance writer Brittany Carter, who is frustratingly whisked away into the past just as she is about to make her ex-boyfriend’s life a living hell.
I think I mentioned before how I hate romance heroines who are the paragon of all virtues. Well, Brittany is definitely not. This heroine is a vindictive, manipulative, chain-smoking alcoholic, and I love her. If romance heroes can be rakes, why shouldn’t the heroine be a ‘rakette’?
Brittany arrives in 1765 dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, landing in Mitchell Kilgower’s teenage son’s bed. Mitchell, a long-suffering, brooding gentleman thinks his son has finally stopped being such a milksop and become a man, or rather the kind of man his father wants him to be. Brittany is just confused. She thinks her ex-boyfriend has murdered her and she is now in some sort of strange afterlife. Mitchell thinks she’s insane.
Of course, one can’t blame him as for all he knows, a woman has appeared out of nowhere and keeps babbling on about him being good fodder for her next romance novel. Mitchell’s uncle and slightly incestuous aunt (or former sister-in-law) show up, and the only way Brittany’s presence can be explained is in a lie hastily concocted by Fleming, Mitchell’s son, that she is Mitchell’s new God-fearing wife.
Hilariously unsuited to the role, Brit goes along with is because she needs to figure out a way to get back to the 21st century. She may be a romantic novelist, but unlike her naive heroines, she’s not going to swoon and fall into Mitchell’s arms just because he has a gorgeous body and amazing cheekbones. All the same, there is an attraction simmering beneath the surface of her pretense.
As for Mitchell, he starts out wanting to get rid of her, but he is by turns enraged and captivated by a woman the likes of which he’d never seen. A modern heroine unleashed on an unsuspecting 18th century world is a force to be reckoned with.
Brittany wreaks havoc everywhere she goes. She is a truly comedic heroine, though Ms. Moore deftly alerts the reader to how easily things could turn tragic if these characters don’t find love very soon.
Mitchell treats Brittany terribly, though she’s no picnic herself. However, she shows real resiliency and even keeps writing while in her 17th century imprisonment. One of the most beautiful lines of the book is, “A writer could write without paper, without ink, without hope.”
Time is working against them as Brittany can’t control her travels between centuries, but love might just bring them together in the end.
5.0 out of 5 starsStandout Read--time travel with a difference
By Incy Black on 1 May 2017
Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase
Ms Moore has a gift for writing the unconventional. In a way that is intelligent, rich in wit, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. Yes, beautiful, her choice of words and the way she combines them poetically bold and eloquently lucid.
Ms Moore’s characters don’t lie demurely on the page awaiting gentle discovery, instead they rise up from the start to smack you in the mush (British slang for mouth). They are flawed, often graceless, their redemption hard won—and they are all the more delicious for it. Her plots are far from ordinary; instead they are twisted and tangled and messy like life itself—laugh, because if you don’t you will cry.
And Ms Moore brings all this into play in The Writer and The Rake. Brittany will make your eyes water—but you have to adore her misbehavior—and Mitchell will kick your pulse into a faster beat, because his reaction to Brittany is just so damn hot. His patience, his control, his defences (watch them crumble), his heart—this is a real man, jaded but never beaten.
A time-travel tale with a difference, which I cannot recommend too highly.
‘laugh, because if you don’t you will cry.’