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Lord of Night by Erica Ridley
My Rating: ❤❤❤❤❤
Spice Level: 💋💋💋
In the Rogues to Riches historical romance series, sigh-worthy Regency rogues sweep strong-willed young ladies into whirlwind romance with rollicking adventure.
Unlike proper debutantes, Miss Dahlia Grenville is secretly Robin Hood in a bonnet. Her home for wayward girls has too many dependents and not enough donations. But just as she’s about to pull off the heist of the Season, she tumbles straight into the arms of the handsome detective who has sworn to deliver Mayfair’s mysterious thief straight to the gallows.
Highly principled Bow Street runner Simon Spaulding’s world is black and white. There’s no mastermind too clever, no criminal alive who can escape the hangman. Until he realizes the delightful young lady he’s been courting is a liar and a thief. Suddenly, his career—and his heart—are in peril. How can he bring her to justice when it means losing her forever?
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Sparks fly from the start with this one. How can you not love a female Robin Hood and a man who sees everyone as the same? Their first meeting is not one you expect and I loved how they didn’t deny or fight their attractions to each other. They were opposites in many ways but were perfect for each other. When she was found out I had no clue how he would react or what was going to happen but the way it worked out was perfect. His proposal is what dreams are made of and one of my favorites. The ending was amazing too.
Dahlia is one of my favorite heroines. She doesn’t hold back anything but has a bit of a mystery about her. I loved her right away because she was not afraid to protect a young girl and would do anything to help those girls. I could really connect with her.
Simon has set out to be the best he can. I love that he didn’t look down on the people in St. Giles and treated them the same in every way. His past can break your heart, but as the story unfolds and he learns more it changes in many ways.
I can’t wait for the next one to see what happens.
Simon did not pay calls upon ladies. Or anyone at all. He had no time for idle fraternization. Yet here he was on the threshold of the St. Giles School for Girls, adjusting his cravat.
The door swung open.
Just as the night before, no butler or housekeeper attended callers, but rather the headmistress herself.
He bowed. “Good afternoon, Miss Grenville. I trust the rest of your evening passed much more peacefully?”
“I’ll send for the others at once,” she said without curtseying. Her eyes twinkled. “I thank you for both your service and your punctuality. She has been looking forward to your visit all day.”
Before he could so much as blink, Miss Grenville motioned to a young girl in a frayed pinafore, who immediately raced up a somewhat lopsided staircase and disappeared into the next floor.
Miss Grenville turned back to him with a brisk nod. “There. She will be down any moment. We won’t keep you long.”
“She needn’t rush,” he found himself saying. “I’ve nothing but casework awaiting me.”
Miss Grenville gave him a long, considering look.
Simon straightened. He had the distinct impression this young lady was taking his measure in the same careful, detailed way he had taught the other men on the force.
Something like: Hat, medium quality. Not rich, not poor. Hair, a bit too long—too much time between visits to the barber. Jaw, clean-shaven. Suit, waistcoat, cravat, well-tailored and pristine. He was an inspector, not a beadle or a street watchman. And he had returned, just as he’d promised.
“Forgive me.” Miss Grenville dropped a curtsey elegant enough to rival a duchess. “We have just finished lessons, and I’m afraid my mind was with administrative responsibilities, and not on my manners.”
Simon could scarcely fault her for a trait his colleagues would claim he himself had perfected, so he merely tipped his hat. “There is nothing to forgive. A strong focus on one’s duty is a worthy quality indeed.”
“Is it? ’Twould be better if I could do less focusing, more achieving, but, well… Someday, things will turn around. I would invite you to tea, but we don’t often take it.” She pushed the door open wider. “But you can still come in. As long as you aren’t expecting crumpets.”
“I despise crumpets,” he assured her. “Ghastly things. Make me sneeze worse than cats.”
“Well, if you ever find yourself with a surplus, I am certain my girls will be happy to dispose of them for you.”
“Duly noted,” he promised, and stepped across the threshold…
About Erica Ridley
Erica Ridley is a USA Today and New York Times best-selling author of historical romance novels.
In the new Rogues to Richeshistorical romance series, Cinderella stories aren’t just for princesses… Sigh-worthy Regency rogues sweep strong-willed young ladies into whirlwind rags-to-riches romance with rollicking adventure.
The popular Dukes of War series features roguish peers and dashing war heroes who return from battle only to be thrust into the splendor and madness of Regency England.
When not reading or writing romances, Erica can be found riding camels in Africa, zip-lining through rainforests in Costa Rica, or getting hopelessly lost in the middle of Budapest.
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