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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 31, 2011


After eighteen years, no one attended a Smythe-Smith musical without some inkling of the horrors that lay ahead.Sure, it is a light, fast, fun read. However, the illness Marcus Holroyd, Earl of Chatteris, contracts is no laughing matter. Honoria Smythe-Smith dithers a bit too much for me before she discovers his problem. Not fair? True. Due to my experience as an ICU nurse who has dealt with patients who don’t survive this, I knew what was developing and time is of the essence; for despite today’s technology, intravenous fluids resuscitation, and antibiotics, this is one of the hardest things to cure. (Did you notice JQ’s dedication to Paul – it is always Paul, BTW – where he told her, “He has to die.”) The following spoiler contains IMHO medical ramblings:
He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention. He wanted to do the wrong thing, the bad thing. He wanted to pull her into his arms and carry her to her bed.And I loved Marcus and Honoria’s sweet love story of childhood friends turned to lovers. It is a book that just keeps getting better and better with each turn of the page. I found myself laughing over delicious dialogue, and sighing over the discovery of tender feelings.
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that leads to an ankle injury and later infection, during which non other than Honoria tends to him
During his illness he realizes he's fallen in love with Honoria, but has absolutely no idea what to do with that, how to seduce her :) He was so adorable, I just loved him!
That woman is just awesome!!
"pecked to death by pidgeons" ahahahahaha oh boy if that book existed I'd read it just to have a few good laughs :)
But it was still great and I'd recommend it to all historical and JQ lovers :)
“No. Haven’t you been listening?”
Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.’

“He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention."


“Love works in mysterious ways,”

“He was not quite sure how to phrase it, so he finally went with, haltingly, “I don’t enjoy being at the center of attention.”
Her head tilted to the side, she regarded him for a long moment before saying, “No. You don’t.” And then: “You were always a tree.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Her eyes grew sentimental. “When we performed our awful pantomimes as children. You were always a tree.”
“I never had to say anything.”
“And you always got to stand at the back.”
He felt himself smile, lopsided and true. “I rather liked being a tree.”
“You were a very good tree.” She smiled then, too—a radiant, wondrous thing.
“The world needs more trees.”


He thought he might like to find some of the grape hyacinths that reminded him of Honoria's eyes ...

He would never understand women.

The music lifted her, carried her, and for the first time in her life, she felt as if she understood what it meant to dance.



“He’d spent his life being a perfect gentleman. He’d never been a flirt. He’d never been a rogue. He hated being the center of attention, but by God, he wanted to be the center of her attention.”
“He gave her his best smile. His best I-almost-died-so-how-can-you-deny-me smile. Or at least that’s how he hoped it appeared. The truth was, he wasn’t a very accomplished flirt, and it might very well have come across as an I-am-mildly-deranged-so-it’s-in-all-of-our-best-interests-if-you-pretend-to-agree-with-me smile.”

She smiled as the warmth of his words slid through her like a kiss. “I was just thinking that this is just like heaven.”
He was silent for a moment, and then, so softly she wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, he whispered,
“Heaven couldn’t possibly compare.”
