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Showing Rating details. Sort order. Historical Romance Lovers. Cheryl Robbins. Simple, dumb, blue-blooded luck is all that separates a man like you from a man like me. Leo understood it. He never thought himself the better of anyone. I enjoyed Spencer Dumarque, Duke of Morland well enough even before he deserved it. Spencer Morland is a very intense, demanding man. Say that 20 times fast without taking a breath! I was right.
Slight Spoiler: Strangely enough, Amelia was glad of it. That small example of thoughtlessness might be inconsequential compared to his other misdeeds—but it was this final ounce of selfishness that tipped the scales.
But she saw her error clearly now. Other men lost brothers, friends, even children and wives—and still avoided abject dissolution. Why Jack had stumbled into the chasm when others managed to skirt it, she would never know. But she finally understood it was beyond her power to pull him out.
Anyway, this is where Amelia redeemed herself and ceased being TSTL Too Stupid to Live and became someone I could cheer for, someone I could respect and someone deserving of a happily ever after with Spencer, a man I adore. I have to say that what I suspect was the main storyline — the murder mystery — was secondary to me. I was more interested in what I saw as a tale of the classes. I enjoyed Ms. Two flawed, imperfect, mortal beings, whose bones will one day crumble to dust.
Just a man and a woman. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of…piece of fruit to you? View all comments. May 20, Catherine rated it it was ok Shelves: This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here.
This book started off well, but by the time I finished it I was pissed! If I could have reached through the pages of the book and throat punched the heroine, Amelia, I would have.
Spencer and Amelia have really great chemistry in the beginning. I really liked them both. Watching Amelia push beyond her wallflower image to claim that dance I loved that he was so flummoxed by her. His little love affair with her embroidery was cute.
Spencer was a great character. All the mystique cre This book started off well, but by the time I finished it I was pissed! All the mystique created by the ton meant nothing to him. I loved how the author turned the mysterious male trope on its head. He didn't mean to cause gossip, he was just trying to do his duty and escape. He was so amused when he found out what they were saying about him.
I loved that he was a secret romantic. I liked that when we found out why he wanted the horse it was a simple reason. There's was no terribly complicated plot for him. It was a nice change. I liked getting to know Bellamy and Ashworth. I thought they were really interesting. Bellamy is so steeped in roles that I wonder if he even remembers who he is anymore. I felt so bad for him when he kept insisting everyone but him marry Lily. He thought she deserved better than him.
Ashworth seems a little less complex, but still intriguing.
I wonder why he thinks his life would be better if he ended it. I think the men from the Stud Club made the book for me. Speaking of the Stud Club, thank God Amelia and Lily didn't accept the club name with a straight face. I'm glad someone mocked it. With them poking fun at the name it made me feel the author was inviting us to share the joke with her.
It was nice. Well, now we're down to what ruined the book for me I had such high hopes for her. I really liked her in the beginning! I loved that she married Spencer for practical reasons. Watching her weigh the pros and cons really made me respect her. She seemed very mature and levelheaded. Unfortunately, she didn't stay that way. All of a sudden they're married and she wants to have a chaste marriage until he convinces her he didn't kill anyone.
If you really thought he killed someone, you idiot, why did you go through with the marriage? You made a deal when you married him. Why should he have to go through with his end of the bargain when you clearly won't go through with yours?
While denying him sex she still finds time to gloat to herself about the new households she has. That takes a lot of brass right there. You haven't even consummated the marriage, it can still be annulled if you don't stop acting like a twit. So, Amelia decides she's only denying him sex because she's really afraid to fall in love with him.
May I take a second to stop and point out how irritating I find this belief? Sex and love don't always go hand in hand. Why do these women persist in believing and practicing that? Moving on So, she decides she'll finally give it up. I felt we were going to get back to the Amelia I enjoyed.
The one that had a clue. She goes to tell him, but the when he becomes the aggressor, because she won't spit it out, she freaks and literally runs from him.
What is wrong with you??? That's not my only problem with her though! Spencer says this to her: I don't know what reality she was in, but it sure wasn't the one I was reading.
Spencer tries to download her family home that she loves to help her brother cover his debts. He won't give him the money freely, but he'll help him out and give Amelia something she'll love.
She decides he's "stripping" her family's pride. Later she's okay with someone else downloading it and bulldozing it. Why was it not okay for him to download it?
Amelia's worst flaw is that she puts her brother ahead of everyone else. She coddles him while he bankrupts the family and lashes out at anyone who doesn't want to enable him. A situation develops at the end that was all her fault. Even when she admitted she was to blame she still didn't see the reality of her brother.
It was aggravating! The biggest thing that pissed me off was the end. Amelia was the one in the wrong, but Spencer was the one who had to come to her and prove his worth.
She left him, not the other way around. She chose her brother over him. Why the hell did he have to make the effort to get her back?
Even though I really disliked this book I think I'll read the next one. I liked the author's writing, and I liked the story she was telling, I just hated Amelia.
Let's hope the next book won't have another of her ilk. View all 17 comments. Nov 01, Shawna rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Fans of steamy regency historical romance.
The main reason it didn't get a 5-star rating is that I just didn't quite connect fully with the characters, and I never really became emotionally invested in their relationship. I liked curvy, spirited, strong-willed spinster Amelia and arrogant, alpha with a hidden, tender, romantic side Spencer, Duke of Morland and enjoyed them together, especially the love scenes I just wouldn't necessarily consider them favorite characters or even that memorable of a romance couple, and I can't quite say that I loved this.
Still, I can definitely understand all the rave reviews for author Tessa Dare, and I'll definitely read more of her books. View all 23 comments. Jan 14, Amy Foxy Blogs rated it it was amazing Shelves: Leo has created an exclusive gentleman's club that only allows 10 members to own a retired stud. The only way you may obtain a coin membership is by a game of chance coins must never be sold.
When Leo is murdered his coin has gone missing. The remaining members of this gentleman's club begin a search to find answers. Spencer is a wealthy duke. He doesn't like to be around large groups of people because he suffers from panic attacks. Because of this condition he only shows up to balls at midnight which earns him the name the Duke of Midnight. He dances one dance and then disappears. Amelia has an undying devotion to her family members which includes five brothers.
Her brother, Jack, puts the family into debt with his gambling. He owes Spencer a lot of money and Amelia makes it her mission to right his debt. Spencer and Amelia come to an agreement: A fun book video made by the author: Continuing story where secondary characters from the first book become the main focus in subsequent books.
Maur a war hero Book 3 - Julian Bellamy a scoundrel View all 44 comments. May 21, Laura the Highland Hussy rated it really liked it. I thought this was great. I read a few reviews where Amelia's affection for her brother Jack was overdone,but I thought it worked with the way her relationship and self-martyring personality was.
And to be fair, the self-martyring wasn't really all that bad Amelia and Spencer meet at a ball, minus any romantic impulses. They are married just days later, as a business arrangement, and fall into friendship and love. I loved how Spencer was able to I thought this was great. I loved how Spencer was able to admit that he loved Amelia from the second she pressed her handkerchief into his palm. One of my favorite parts of this book is an impromptu ball given to the newly married Spencer and Amelia.
Amelia is just absolutely shining in her new role as duchess, and Spencer notices it, and so does every single other male in the room. I loved how Spencer later made her watch herself in the mirror to show her what face others see when they look at her, but how the faces she makes in passion are only for him. In fact that was in general just a great scene. This story is well done, and the writing is easy to follow without being simplistic.
I loved it, and definitely want to read the next book in the series. View all 7 comments. Sep 10, Rane rated it really liked it Shelves: Each lead character does have some major issues, but even with their issues it only made them more human in my eyes.
Amelia is trying to save him from hims Tessa Dare weaves another wonderful trilogy with the first of the Stud Club series One Dance with a Duke.
Amelia is trying to save him from himself, but only sees more damage he does to himself. Planning a get-away to their old family home, Amelia is shocked to learn Jack owns a great deal of debt to many, mostly Spencer Dumarque, Duke of Morland.
Not knowing what to do, Amelia takes matters into her own hands and corners The so-called Duke of Midnight for one of his Midnight dances Only to find herself wrapped up then she thought with the Duke of Morland. Amelia had a big heart, and I loved her for that, but she was also doing more harm then good of babying her brother and helping him out of one jam or another. Amelia like many of us, have to learn our lesson in letting go and learning to walk away.
Spencer Dumarque, Duke of Morland. Spencer is shocked when offered money to leave him alone, Amelia decides to stay and help him. Spencer was an odd mix of coldness and aloofness making you get put-off by his character, but glimpses of a romantic hidden away left you wanting more.
He hide away everything he was behind his Duke status, instead of fussing up to his true motives and asking for help, he would put others in debt and be the true villain to get what he wanted. When his reason did come to light, I felt for him, and he really became that romantic, did I agree what he did was right? Would I have done the same? Did I understand? Both characters at times were like the other half of a whole, and saw the others flaws and tried to help change their ways.
Spencer and Amelia were both evolving through the story, with having hard lessons needed to be learned by both. But it was their love for one another that truly helped one another through the lessons. One Dance with a Duke opened the new trilogy up with a bang, never slowly down in pace with a few loose ends that leaves the reader waiting and wanting more! View all 11 comments. Jul 10, Daniella rated it did not like it. I rage quit this book by Chapter 6. I just couldn't finish it. I'd rather do somersaults over a vat of molten lava than finish it.
Yes, he was that bad. Well let me count the ways. First and foremost, he was an arrogant son of a bitch who kept saying to himself "Oh, I'm the Duke of Morland, I'm not required to explain myself".
And oh, since we're on the I rage quit this book by Chapter 6. So when his friend dies, the first thing he says to the bereaved sister is "Oh, I'd like to download your brother's prized horse from you. I guess the last straw was when he proposed to the heroine in a way that made me feel like shit.
That was probably the worst proposal ever! I positively seethed when he said things like "Oh, I'll be faithful to you until we have a son, after that we won't even have to meet" and etc. Only a madwoman with no self respect would accept his fuckery of a proposal. The heroine accepted. And that's when I knew I was done. Totally done with this shit. The hero was beyond redemption for me, and I didn't want to torture myself anymore.
May 21, Amy rated it it was amazing Shelves: That's the first word that comes to mind. Handsome, debonair, sensual, passionate, romantic. Arousing on the dance floor, riding a purebred horse and most important riding a woman to ecstasy! This was the first Tessa Dare read for me and I have to say it won't be my last. My goodness, Ms. Dare can bring the romance and sensuality to the reader! Just her description of a kiss will me Arousing.
Just her description of a kiss will melt you into madness. For his partner tonight, he would select a meek, silent, wallflower of a girl.
She need only be quiet. As he approached the knot of young ladies, his eye settled on a slender reed of a girl standing on the fringe of the group, looking positively jaundiced in melon-colored satin.
When he advanced toward her, she cowered into the shadow of her neighbor.
She refused to even meet his gaze. Just as he extended his hand in invitation, he was arrested by a series of unexpected sounds. The rattle of glass panes. The slam of a door. Heels clicking against travertine in a brisk, staccato rhythm. Spencer swiveled instinctively. A youngish woman in blue careened across the floor like a billiard ball, reeling to a halt before him. His hand remained outstretched from his aborted invitation to Miss Melony Satin, and this newly-arrived lady took hold of it firmly.
The clump of disappointed ladies dispersed in search of new partners, grumbling as they went. And for the first time all season, Spencer found himself partnered with a lady not of his choosing.
She had selected him. Nevertheless, there was nothing to be done. The impertinent woman queued up across from him for the country dance. Did he even know this lady? As the other dancers fell into place around them, he took the opportunity to study her.
He found little to admire. Any measure of genteel poise she might claim had fallen casualty to that inelegant sprint across the ballroom. Stray wisps of hair floated about her face; her breath was labored with exertion. This state of agitation did her complexion no favors, but it did enhance the swell of her ample bosom. She was amply endowed everywhere, actually.
Generous curves pulled against the blue silk of her gown. The pattern of the dance parted them, and Spencer had some moments to absorb this name: Her late father had been the seventh Earl of Beauvale. Her elder brother, Laurent, was currently the eighth Earl of Beauvale. It can wait for the waltz. He quietly groaned. This was going to be a very long set. But that would necessitate social calls, and Spencer did not make social calls. Perhaps he could direct his secretary to send notes? The entire situation was wearying.
The country dance ended. The waltz began. And he was forced to take her in his arms, this woman who had just made his life a great deal more complicated.
To her credit, she wasted no time with pleasantries. My brother owes you a great sum of money. For us, four hundred pounds is a vast sum of money. We simply cannot spare it. Do you mean to offer me favors in lieu of payment? It was a small lie. He was a man.
And she was a buxom woman, poured into a form-fitting dress. Parts of him were finding parts of her vaguely interesting.
From his advantage of height, he could spy the dark freckle dotting the inner curve of her left breast, and time and again, he found his gaze straying to the small imperfection. He gave a noncommittal shrug. Spencer was not in the habit of ingratiating himself, with anyone. He considered making an academic argument to the contrary, but decided against it.
Clearly the woman lacked the sense to follow logic. As was further evidenced by her next comment. He was only caught in the middle as you drove the betting high. You wanted Mr. She huffed an impatient breath, and her whole body seemed to exhale in exasperation. Frustration exuded from her every pore, and with it wafted her own unique feminine scent. She smelled nice, actually.
Just the common aromas of plain soap and clean skin, and the merest suggestion that she tucked sprigs of lavender between her stored undergarments.
Spencer tempered his own exasperated sigh. He could explain to her that forgiving the debt would do both her brother and her family a great disservice. They would owe a debt of gratitude more lasting and burdensome than any debt of gold, impossible to repay. Worst, Jack would have no incentive to avoid repeating the mistake. In a matter of weeks, the youth would land in even deeper debt, perhaps to the tune of thousands. All this he might have explained. But he was the Duke of Morland.
Lady Amelia shuddered. He felt the tremor beneath his palm, where his hand pressed against the small of her back. Despite his efforts, she only trembled more violently. Small sounds, something between a hiccough and a squeak, emanated from her throat.
Against his better judgment, he pulled back to study her face. You do waltz like a dream. The left did not. Why the question? Why not gratefully allow to the conversation to die? Whether she smiled more genuinely, more freely in situations that did not involve debasing herself over large debts, or whether the lone dimple was merely another of her intrinsic imperfections, like the unmatched freckle on her breast?
I can pass the remainder of the set moping about it, or I can enjoy myself. Before they even enter a gathering, they have made up their minds to be displeased with it. Is it so very unthinkable that I might choose the reverse? Opt for happiness, even in the face of grave personal disappointment and complete financial ruin? The playwright of this little midnight melodrama that has played to packed houses for weeks?
The entire scene is predicated on the assumption that we eligible ladies are positively desperate to catch your attention. And now you call me insincere, when I claim to be enjoying my turn?
She lifted her chin and looked out over the ballroom. Spencer concluded this must now be the longest set in the history of dancing. Turning his head, he dutifully swept her the length of the floor, striving to ignore how every pair of eyes in the ballroom tracked their progress. Quite a crowd tonight. Those piercing hazel eyes, and all that dark, curling hair… What a struggle it is, not to touch it.
And instantly wondered what had possessed him to say that. The odd thing of it was, despite her many, many unpleasant attributes, Lady Amelia was clearly possessed of some intelligence and wit. The old man would never authorize the use of four hundred pounds to pay off a gaming debt. Yes, she understood. He vaulted the low terrace rail.
Rattling the coins in his palm, he backed away into the garden. I never was any good with lessons. What cruel turn of events was this? Briarbank, rented for the summer!
All the happiness stored up in those cobbled floors and rustic hearths and bundles of lavender hanging from the rafters—wasted on strangers. All her elaborate menus and planned excursions, for naught. Her brother had nowhere to recover from his grief. And somehow more lowering than all this: She had no place of her own. Accepting spinsterhood had not been easy for Amelia. But she could resign herself to the loneliness and disappointment, she told herself, so long as she had summers at that drafty stone cottage.
Those few months made the rest of the year tolerable.
Whilst her friends collected lace and linens for their trousseaux, Amelia contented herself by embroidering seat covers for Briarbank. As they entertained callers, she entertained thoughts of begonias in the window box. When she—an intelligent, thoughtful, well-bred lady—was thrown over nightly for her younger, prettier, lack-witted counterparts, she could fool herself into happiness by thinking of blackberry glaze.
Lord, the irony. Alone on the terrace, she started to tremble. Destiny clanged against her hopes, beating them down one hollow ring at a time.
Somewhere inside, a clock was tolling midnight. From the head of the staircase, Spencer watched the throng of guests divide on cue, falling to either side like two halves of an overripe peach. And there, in the center, clustered the unmarried young ladies in attendance—stone-still and shriveling under his gaze. As a general point, Spencer disliked crowds. He particularly disliked over-dressed, self-important crowds. And this scene grew more absurd by the night: the cream of London society, staring up at him with unguarded fascination.
Fair enough. It was a useful—often lucrative—thing, to be unreadable. No matter.
It also was a useful thing, at times, to be feared. No, it was the last bit that had him quietly laughing. The silent plea that only rang louder every time he entered a ballroom. Here, take one of our daughters. Must he? As he descended the travertine staircase, Spencer girded himself for yet another unpleasant half hour.
Given his preference, he would retreat back to the country and never attend another ball in his life. But while he was temporarily residing in Town, he could not refuse all invitations.
If he wished to see his ward Claudia well-married in a few years, he must pave the way for her eventual debut. And occasionally there were high-stakes card games to be found in the back rooms of these affairs, well away from the white-powdered matrons playing whist.
So he made his appearance, but strictly on his own terms. One set, no more. As little conversation as possible. And if the ton were determined to throw their sacrificial virgins at his feet…he would do the choosing. He wanted a quiet one tonight. Usually he favored them young and vapid, more interested in preening for the crowd than capturing his notice. Quite pretty, with a vivacious arch to her brow and plump, rosy lips.
The thing was, those lips lost all their allure when she kept them in constant motion. While most women eagerly supplied both sides of any conversation, Miss Waterford would not be satisfied with his repertoire of brusque nods and inarticulate clearings of the throat. That was his reward for indulging aesthetic sensibilities.
Enough with the pretty ones. For his partner tonight, he would select a meek, silent, wallflower of a girl. She need only be quiet. As he approached the knot of young ladies, his eye settled on a slender reed of a girl standing on the fringe of the group, looking positively jaundiced in melon-colored satin.
When he advanced toward her, she cowered into the shadow of her neighbor. She refused to even meet his gaze. Just as he extended his hand in invitation, he was arrested by a series of unexpected sounds. The rattle of glass panes. The slam of a door. Heels clicking against travertine in a brisk, staccato rhythm. Spencer swiveled instinctively. A youngish woman in blue careened across the floor like a billiard ball, reeling to a halt before him.
His hand remained outstretched from his aborted invitation to Miss Melony Satin, and this newly-arrived lady took hold of it firmly. I would be honored. The clump of disappointed ladies dispersed in search of new partners, grumbling as they went. And for the first time all season, Spencer found himself partnered with a lady not of his choosing. She had selected him.
How very surprising. How very unpleasant. Nevertheless, there was nothing to be done. The impertinent woman queued up across from him for the country dance. Did he even know this lady? As the other dancers fell into place around them, he took the opportunity to study her. He found little to admire.
Any measure of genteel poise she might claim had fallen casualty to that inelegant sprint across the ballroom. Stray wisps of hair floated about her face; her breath was labored with exertion. This state of agitation did her complexion no favors, but it did enhance the swell of her ample bosom. She was amply endowed everywhere, actually.
Generous curves pulled against the blue silk of her gown. I would not expect you to remember. Her late father had been the seventh Earl of Beauvale. Her elder brother, Laurent, was currently the eighth Earl of Beauvale. And her younger brother Jack was a scapegrace wastrel who owed Spencer four hundred pounds.
It can wait for the waltz. This was going to be a very long set. But that would necessitate social calls, and Spencer did not make social calls. Perhaps he could direct his secretary to send notes? The entire situation was wearying. The country dance ended.