Grand Central Publishing Presents: How I Married A Marquess + Giveaway

Josephine Carlisle, adopted daughter of a baron, is officially on the shelf. But the silly, marriage-minded misses in the ton can have their frilly dresses and their seasons in London, for all she cares. Josie has her freedom and her family . . . until an encounter with a dark, devilishly handsome stranger leaves her utterly breathless at a house party. His wicked charm intrigues her, but that's where it ends. For Josie has a little secret . . .

Espionage was Thomas Matteson, Marquess of Chesney's game-until a tragic accident cost him his career. Now to salvage his reputation and return to the life he loves, the marquess must find the criminal who's been robbing London's rich and powerful. He's no fool-he knows Josie, with her wild chestnut hair and rapier-sharp wit, is hiding something and he won't rest until he unravels her mysteries, one by one. But he never expected to be the one under arrest-body and soul . . . 

With determination, she snatched a glass of punch from a passing footman and weaved her way across the room, unable to tamp down her growing curiosity about him and the inexplicable yearning to meet him. Would those midnight blue eyes be just as intriguing up close? Would that mouth would be just as sensuous?
    Sighing at her own foolishness, she slipped through the crowd like a moth drawn toward a flame. She should have been watching over her brothers. At the very least, she should have been watching for Miranda Hodgkins. Instead, she was stalking a handsome stranger, lifting her glass ever so slightly as she glided toward him, bumping her arm against his—
    And spilled punch across his jacket sleeve.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry!” She gasped as his hand immediately took her elbow to steady her…or to keep her from spilling the rest of the punch, she wasn’t certain which. But when she glanced up at those sapphire eyes and a warmth stirred low in her belly, she didn’t care.
    Oh yes. Those eyes were just as intriguing up close.
    With a shake, she collected herself. “How awful of me!” she exclaimed and brushed her fingertips at the few droplets of punch still clinging to his sleeve.
The two Sinclair ladies excused themselves with a touch of embarrassment for her, which Josie didn’t give one whit about. Especially when the corners of his mouth curled sensuously at her in amusement.
    “No harm, I assure you.” His voice came as a deep purr.
    She cleared her throat at the responding shiver that scattered through her like warm rain. “I’m so terribly clumsy.” She continued to brush at his sleeve long after the punch had been cleared away, inexplicably unable to stop herself from touching him. “Everyone’s always saying, ‘Josephine Carlisle, how absolutely clumsy you are!’”
    She thought she saw knowing laughter sparkle in his eyes before he sketched her a shallow bow. “Miss Carlisle, something tells me you’re not truly as clumsy as you protest.”
    His words were just cryptic enough to give her pause and make her wonder again who this man was and why he was at the earl’s party when men of his caliber never came to Blackwood Hall. But at least they were now engaged in conversation, and she had managed to accomplish the meeting—albeit by the most wretched self-introduction in history—without having to seek out someone to do the honors for her. And she didn’t feel the least bit guilty at her subterfuge. Just hearing that voice had been worth it, no matter how briefly the meeting might last.
    Deep in her heart, she wished it would last a good long while.
    She smiled apologetically. “I do hope I haven’t ruined your jacket.”
    “It’s fine.” His eyes swept deliberately over her as he murmured, “Very fine.”
    Her heart skittered. Good Lord, was he flirting? With her? Despite her uncertainty, she blushed like a debutante at her first ball. Goodness.
    “You’re not dancing.”
    “Pardon?” she breathed, her foolish heart daring to hope that he might be asking…But no. His words were only an observation, not a request, and her stomach plummeted with disappointment.
    Of course, he wasn’t asking her to dance. Why on earth would he make such a request of the clumsy woman who’d just doused him with punch? As if this man ever had to request a dance in the first place. Most likely, the London ladies would have all sought out his dance card if men possessed such things. And then her pride sank even lower as she realized she’d done exactly that herself by approaching him in such a pathetic ruse.
    He nodded past her toward the dance floor where couples twirled in the roiling knots of a quadrille. “You’re not dancing,” he repeated.
    “I’m saving my toes for the waltzes,” she offered, curious to see how he would respond to that.
    “Ah, toe preservation,” he replied with mock gravity, his eyes gleaming. “A noble cause.”
    She smiled, strangely satisfied at his answer. Truly, she would have been incredibly disappointed had his response been anything less entertaining. “Indeed, sir, but perhaps I’m biased since I have a personal interest in the matter.” She gave a small laugh. “Ten, to be exact.”
    When he followed the dart of her eyes to her slippers, which she wiggled beneath the hem of her gown, he slid her a charming grin that trickled its way down her spine with a languid warmth. The laughter caught in her throat.
    Entertaining? Well, that was the understatement of the year. This man was utterly captivating. And for one shameless moment, bewildered at how he could draw such an inexplicable reaction from her so immediately, she wanted very much to become his captive.
    “And you?” She cleared her suddenly tight throat and hoped her voice sounded much steadier than she felt. “Why are you not dancing?”
    “I prefer the side of the room.” Then he leaned in slightly as he admitted in a low voice, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “So much easier that way for beautiful ladies to purposefully spill punch on my sleeve to gain my attention.”
    Her mouth fell open, and she gaped at him. Speechless. Both at his audacity at calling her out for her ruse and for claiming she was beautiful. And at her reckless desire to hear him say it again.
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My Thoughts
How I Married A Marquess offers Historical Romance fans so much more than the "marriage market" scheming and seductions, beddings, and weddings that are hallmarks of its genre.  
Here, readers are presented in the character of  Miss Josephine Carlisle, a woman who, by no fault of her own has been excluded from the one thing that her beauty, intelligence, grace, charm, and societal position as the daughter of a Baron, should have guaranteed her.
A marriage to a peer of the realm.
Her crime?
Having been born an orphan.

This book allows readers to take a very close look at what life for an adopted female child of the ton may have been.
We are there to bear witness to Josephine's realizations of what the questions surrounding her true parentage and bloodline come to mean in a world where one's entire life as based on just that.
What we come to know about young Miss Carlisle, is that though her blood may not run blue, her heart is pure gold.
As time and time again she proves that she is willing to risk life and limb in the effort to make life better for those that she holds dear.

Enter Thomas Matteson, Marquess of Chesney...

A man besieged by the demons of of his past.  But determined to do whatever it takes to put the past behind him and get back to the work he loves.
The work of a spy.
In order to do that however, he must first solve the mystery of highwaymen that have been plaguing the countryside surrounding that estate of his longtime friend, the Earl Royston.

Little does he ever suspect that his covert endeavors will put him face to face with a puzzle that he will want to solve more than any other.
Miss Josephine Carlisle.
With flashing eyes, a biting wit, and a beauty to rival Aphrodite.  It is clear from the start that this privileged Miss is no pampered ballroom beauty.  Although who and what she is, and the secrets that hide behind her smiles speak of a pain that seems to twin that of our dashing Mr.
Drawn to Josie in a way that he can neither understand, nor resist.  Thomas soon comes to find that the secrets that his lady love holds, are a lot closer to the more sinister ones of his friend than he ever could have imagined.
Secrets that, if not solved in time could mean tragedy for all.
This third installment of the Secret Life Of Scoundrels series, offers readers a fully fleshed story.
A story, as was stated earlier, that is very far removed from the ballrooms and bedrooms business that usually wins the day in Regency reads.
In this story we find mystery, intrigue, social commentary, fiery passion, as well as the romance that we expect.
What we do not expect however, is the power reversal that goes on between leading lady, Josie, and leading man, Thomas.
A long time sufferer of PTSD, Thomas's frailty makes him a character that readers can bond with and feel for from the beginning.   The fact that his leading lady acts as a silent but sympathetic balm to his pain, allows for the great strength, intelligence, and fortitude that she shows as the read progresses.

In fact, it is that self same strength, intelligence, and fortitude, that makes Josie as a character, and the book so readable.
Whether taking the bull by the horns in the bedroom, or in life; you know that whatever Josie does is going to be done with a flare and thoroughness that only she can achieve.

Thomas, on the other hand, presents readers with the trail that must be followed.  He acts as a guide to mystery, adventure, romance, passion, and a happily ever after that readers will never forget.

Reviewer's Note:  How I Married A Marquess is the third volume of an interrelated companion series. Though it is suggested that the series be read in its intended order, it is not necessary to do so.

Reviewer's Note:  The review found here has not been influenced in any way by Grand Central Publishing or its agents. The opinions expressed herein are those of the reviewer alone.


Anna HarringtonAnna is an English professor in Chattanooga, Tennessee and a lover of all things chocolate and coffee. She's a member of RWA and when she's not hard at work writing her next book or planning her next series, she's watching BBC and piloting her own aircrafts. 

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