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Chasing Lady Amelia

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Keeping Up with the Cavendishes #2

By: Maya Rodale

Releasing June 28, 2016
Avon

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Blurb
In the second novel of Maya Rodale’s enchanting Keeping Up with the Cavendishes series, an American heiress finds her reputation—and heart—in danger when she travels to London and meets a wickedly tempting rake

Terribly Improper

Lady Amelia is fed up with being a proper lady and wishes to explore London, so one night she escapes . . . and finds herself in the company of one Alistair Finlay-Jones. He’s been ordered by his uncle to wed one of the American girls. How lucky, then, that one of them stumbles right into his arms!

Totally Scandalous

Alistair and Amelia have one perfect day to explore London, from Astley’s Amphitheater to Vauxhall Gardens. Inevitably they end up falling in love and making love. If anyone finds out, she will be ruined, but he will win everything he’s ever wanted.

Very Romantic

When Amelia finds out Alistair has been ordered to marry her, he must woo her and win back the angry American girl. But with the threat of scandals, plural, looming . . . will he ever catch up to the woman he loves?

 

Link to Follow Tour:  http://www.tastybooktours.com/2016/05/chasing-lady-amelia-keeping-up-with.html

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27161188-chasing-lady-amelia

Goodreads Series Link: https://www.goodreads.com/series/153521-keeping-up-with-the-cavendishes

 

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Author Info


Maya Rodale began reading romance novels in college at her mother’s insistence and it wasn’t long before she was writing her own. Maya is now the author of multiple Regency historical romances. She lives in New York City with her darling dog and a rogue of her own.

 

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“Ah, Lady Nansen. Lord Nansen!” The duchess and her charges paused before a couple that looked just like all the others Amelia had been introduced to: they were of an indeterminate middle age, decked in an array of brightly colored silks and satins, and honestly, a bit jowly and gray.

“I haven’t yet introduced you to my nephew and nieces.”

“And we have been dying to make their acquaintance,” Lady Nansen said, fanning herself furiously. “The ton has spoken of nothing else.”

The duchess performed the introductions. Upon meeting James, the new duke, fawning ensued.

Everyone fawned over James these days—but then when his back was turned they whispered about how his father was a horse thief and that James had been raised in the stables and how tragic it was that Durham was now in his hands.

“And Lady Claire.”

Amelia watched as they took in Claire’s spectacles and her distracted, impatient demeanor. She had not mastered the slightly vacant look of a simpering miss and with a brain as sharp as hers, never would. Amelia watched as Lady Nansen decided that Claire would never be an “incomparable,” or whatever they called the popular girls of the ton, and flitted her attention to the next sister.

“Lady Bridget.”

Amelia watched as her middle sister glided into an elegant curtsy. The duchess beamed. Lady Nansen judged.

“Your practicing is paying off,” Amelia murmured. She’d caught Bridget curtsying in front of the mirror in the ballroom for an hour last Thursday.

“Do shut up, Amelia,” Bridget said through gritted teeth. Unlike the other Cavendish siblings,

Bridget actually cared about fitting in here. She was obsessed with learning and following the rules.

“And Lady Amelia.” She gave a smile somewhere between gargoyle and simpering miss, but perhaps more on the gargoyle side of the spectrum.

“You must have your hands full, Duchess, trying to make so many matches.”

“It does give one something to do all day,” the duchess replied, with a tight-lipped smile that

Amelia dubbed the One Where I Am Smiling Even Though I Hate What You Just Said. “But I do have every confidence that they will make splendid matches. In fact, I have someone special in mind for Lady Amelia this evening.”

The duchess beamed at her charges, as if they hadn’t been foiling her every effort to marry them off. Amelia began to dread meeting “someone special.”

“I say, Duke,” Lord Nonesuch or whatever began, “do you have an opinion on any of the horses running Ascot?”

The lords always asked James for his opinion on which horse would win a race, so they might win a wager. And then they turned around and made snide remarks about his experience raising and training horses—as if he were beneath them because of this knowledge. Even though he now outranked them.

“I do,” James said, smiling easily.

“Don’t suppose you’d tell a friend who you think will be the winner?” Lord Nansen or Nancy said jovially, with a wink and a nudge.

“I might,” James replied.

This was a conversation he’d had before and Amelia had begged him to do something nefarious, like deliberately suggest a losing horse. But James refused and just smiled like he knew the winner and never said a word.

“I suppose you’re going to build up Durham’s stables,” his lordship said.

“Nansen, he doesn’t have time for horses,” his wife said in that exasperated way of wives. “He must find a bride first.”

The duchess beamed, an I-told-you-so smile.

Then Lady Nansen turned and fixed her attentions on Amelia. Her fan was beating at a furious pace.

“And Lady Amelia, have you found any suitors you care for?”

“After having met nearly all of England’s finest young gentlemen, I can honestly say that no, I have not found any suitors that I could care for,” Amelia said. “But I do have a new appreciation for spinsterhood. In fact, I think it sounds like just the thing.”

Just the thing was a bit of slang she had picked up. Sticking forks in her eye was just the thing (but only with the good silver!). Flustering old matrons with an honest and direct statement was just the thing.

Lady Nansen stared at her a moment, blinking rapidly as she tried to process what Amelia had just said.

“Well your sister seems to have snared the attentions of Darcy’s younger brother,” she said, evidently disregarding Amelia and focusing on Bridget, the one who cared about fitting in and finding suitors.

“Are Lord Darcy and Mr. Wright here tonight?” Bridge asked eagerly. Too eagerly. “I haven’t seen them.”

“It’s not a party without Darcy,” Amelia quipped.

Darcy spent the majority of every social engagement standing against the wall, glowering at the company, refusing to dance, and begging the question of why he even bothered to attend.

But that was neither here nor there and no one deigned to reply to Amelia, so she sighed and lamented her choice in footwear quietly to herself. When Lord and Lady Nansen took their leave and sauntered off, the duchess turned and fixed her cool, blue eyes on Amelia.

“You might endeavor to be a touch more gracious, Lady Amelia.”

The Duchess always said everything in perfectly worded, excruciatingly polite phrases. Translation: Lord above, Amelia, stop acting like a brat.

“I’m just . . . bored.”

And homesick. And unhappy. And dreading the future you have planned for me. And a dozen other feelings one does not mention when one is at a ball.

“Bored?” The duchess arched her brows. “How on earth can you be bored by all this?” She waved her hand elegantly, to indicate everything surrounding them. “Is all the splendor, music, and the company of the best families in the best country not enough for you? I cannot imagine that you had such elegance and luxuries in the provinces.”

Everyone here still referred to her home country as the provinces, or the colonies, or as the remote American backwater plagued by heathens, when Amelia knew that it was a beautiful country full of forthright, spirited people. It was her true home.

They operated under the impression that there was no greater fun to be had than getting overdressed and gossiping with the same old people each night, in crowded ballrooms in a crowded city.

She missed summer nights back home on their farm in Maryland, when she would slip outside at night with a blanket, to look up at the vast, endless expanse of stars.

This, no matter what the duchess said, just did not compare.

Amelia shrugged.

“We already met half these people at the six other balls we have attended this week,” she said. “The other half are crashing bores.”

Crashing bores was a phrase Amelia had read in the gossip columns. The violence of it appealed to her.

“I suppose it would be too much to ask you to pretend to act like an interested and engaging young lady.” Then, turning to Lady Bridget, the duchess said, “I daresay she couldn’t.”

With that, the duchess turned away.

She turned away, leaving the words hanging in the air, floating to the ground, just waiting for

Amelia to pounce on them.

“Well that was a challenge,” Claire said.

“I’m not certain she could manage it.” Bridget sniffed.

Really? Really?

“Is that a dare?” Amelia asked, straightening up. Oh, she would pretend all right. She would pretend so well they’d all be shocked. It would give her something to do at least. “Because I will take that dare.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Bridget replied. Then, muttering under her breath she added, “For once.”

Amelia reddened. Admittedly she hadn’t been taking this whole sister-of-the-duke business seriously. But she would show them. So instead of sticking her tongue out and scowling at Bridget, Amelia stuck her nose right up in the air and turned away.

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I’ve been hesitating in reading the first book in this series. I was afraid that I would end up comparing it too much to Pride and Prejudice. So I decided to skip the first book and read the second. Now that I’ve finished Chasing Lady Amelia, I want to go back and reread the first book! Inspired by Roman Holiday, this book was a delightful romp through Regency London. Lady Amelia, an American whose family newly inherited a dukedom, feels stifled by the constraints of society. An accidental dose of laudanum led Lady Amelia into the arms of Alistair Finlay-Jones. Finding Amelia wandering the streets of London and unable to tell him where she lives, he returns her to his apartments. A meeting with his uncle the morning informs him that the woman in his bed is the one his uncle wants him to marry. In order to court Amelia, he joins her the next day on an adventure through London. As the couple falls in love during their adventure, reality and society threaten to destroy their fragile bond.

This book was a light-hearted, fast read. While Alistair has demons from his past and a horrible relationship with his uncle, that did not cast shadows over the humor and adventure in this book. Both Amelia and Alistair are struggling to find their place in a society with constricting rules. They are both outsiders, but discover within one another, that they have met their other-half. The appearances by Lady Amelia’s family and Lord Darcy have made me intrigued enough to read the first book and to continue to follow the series!

 

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Romance Novel Fact of the Week

57% of Romance novels published are Romantic Suspense.

Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained: Expanded Edition

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Top Ten Books That Would Be On Your Syllabus If You Taught Romance Novels 101

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Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. Each week they post a new Top Ten list and everyone is welcome to join. This week’s theme is”Top Ten Books That Would Be On Your Syllabus If You Taught Romance Novels 101″

  1. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

    Pride and Prejudice The most classic romance novel of all time and the one of the genre founders.

  2. These Old Shades by Georgette Heyer

    These Old Shades (Alastair, #1)
    To my everlasting shame, I’ve never read Georgette Heyer but this book of hers was recommended and her contributions to the genre are extremely important.

  3. Skye O’Malley by Bertrice Small (Bodice Ripper)
    Skye O'Malley (O'Malley Saga, #1)

    I thought about going with The Flame and the Flower but I never actually got through that book. Skye O’Malley, I did read, and can serve as both a representative for old school bodice ripper romances and as a contrast to the evolution of romance novels over the last 20 years.

  4. Dangerous Books for Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained by Maya Rodale

    Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained: Expanded Edition
    This book is excellent for the history of romance novels and the negative reputation they have.

  5. Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase (Historical Romance)

    Lord of Scoundrels (Scoundrels, #3)
    Often viewed as the best romance novel, this book is a must!

  6. It Had To Be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Contemporary Romance)

    It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)
    Susan Elizabeth Phillips is the best of the best when it comes to contemporary romance!

  7. Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh (Paranormal Romance)

    Slave to Sensation (Psy-Changeling, #1)
    Nalini Singh shows the beauty of paranormal romance.

  8. Romancing Mr. Bridgerton by Julia Quinn (Historical Romance)

    Romancing Mister Bridgerton (Bridgertons, #4)One of the best historical romances, and one with an older heroine, that I have ever read!

  9. Magic Bites by  Ilona Andrews (Urban Fantasy)

    Magic Bites (Kate Daniels, #1)
    Nothing can beat the world-building in the Kate Daniels series!

  10. The Professional by  Kresley Cole (Erotic Romance)

    The Professional (The Game Maker, #1)
    I wanted to included a well-written erotic romance to show that not every erotica is Fifty Shades of Grey.

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Romance Novel Fact of the Week

Romance novels are 17% of the adult fiction category.

Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained: Expanded Edition

**Information from Maya Rodale’s Dangerous Books for Girls

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Romance Novel Fact of the Week

59% of romance readers are in a committed relationship.

Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained: Expanded Edition

**Information from Maya Rodale’s Dangerous Books for Girls

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Romance Novel Fact of the Week

Romance is a Billion Dollar Industry. The estimated annual total sales value of romance was $1.08 billion dollars in 2013.

Dangerous Books For Girls: The Bad Reputation of Romance Novels Explained: Expanded Edition

**Information from Maya Rodale’s Dangerous Books for Girls

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