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372 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 29, 2015
Her beauty surrounded her like a great stone wall. Men couldn’t see above, beyond, or through it. They certainly couldn’t think past it. This was because men only looked at women. They didn’t listen to women, especially beautiful women.When the brother of a young friend of Clara's disappears into London's underworld and the gang life, Clara turns to Radford to get his help in trying to extricate him. Soon Radford is having trouble extricating himself from Clara's life, even though he knows their social circles are worlds apart.
“Perhaps I ought to marry Beastly Bernard,” she said before he could step far enough away from himself to fashion a rational sentence. “He sounds as though he needs someone like me desperately. Being despotic, I should not have much difficulty making something of him. In my experience, men like Bernard are not at all difficult to manage.”
Radford stared at her. It took a moment for his brain to connect to his tongue.
“Bernard,” he said.
“Yes,” she said. “He’s the duke in the family, is he not?”
Because so many readers ask, I'm guessing the news isn't easy to find on the website, so a blog post seems in order.
Yes, indeed, I have written Lady Clara's story. It's titled Dukes Prefer Blondes, and scheduled for publication in 2016. I'd heard January 2016, but that might have changed, since I was late delivering the manuscript. But I've completed the revisions, and it's now in the hands of the copy editor. Which means it will return to me in a couple of weeks for another going-over.
The image, from the Magazine of the Beau Monde, is one of the ensembles Lady Clara wears in an early chapter.
‘Everybody knew gentlemen could be obtuse, especially when it came to matters of the heart. Everybody knew, as well, that gentlemen needed to believe they were in charge. Therefore, ladies had to learn ways of communicating the obvious without being obvious about it.’
‘He was a man, an attractive man if one overlooked the obnoxiousness. But women had to overlook men’s personality flaws, else nobody would ever wed and/or reproduce and the human race would come to an end. Naturally.’
“Your obnoxiousness knows no bounds.”
“You knew I was obnoxious when you married me. All the world knows it. My picture is in the dictionary next to the word.”
“You’re not even trying,” she said.
“I don’t actually have to try to be obnoxious,” he said. “It comes quite naturally.”
Lady Clara Fairfax is considered one of the most beautiful ladies of society. She is used to receiving marriage proposals from men who are only interested in her looks and cares nothing for her as person. Because she would rather be noticed for her mind and her heart, than just being a pretty ornament, she has dedicated herself to her favorite charity the Milliners’ Society for the Education of Indigent Females. And when the brother of one of the girl’s from her charity gets into trouble, she seeks out the very intelligent but very annoying barrister Oliver Radford. And even though he is rude, she can’t help but enjoy their banter, and the fact that for once a man listens to what she has to say.
Oliver Radford is known for his extreme intelligence, logical reasoning and obnoxious arrogance. He loves solving mysteries, and winning his cases. When Lady Clara Fairfax asks him for assistance in rescuing a young boy from a very nasty gang, he is surprised to recognise her as the little girl who helped him fight off his bully of a cousin when he was young. And he’s surprised at Clara’s intelligence, and the feelings she arouses in him. For someone who prefers to focus on his intellect and his logic, denying any kind of feelings, the way Clara makes him lose his head baffles and irritates him.
And after an unexpected illness, death, and marriage proposal, London’s most beautiful heiress and most difficult bachelor must decide whether they will give into their uncontrollable chemistry and put their heads together to defeat an enemy intent on destroying Oliver’s happiness.
I cannot express how much I enjoyed this book. And to think I was hesitant to read it, because I thought I wouldn’t be able to like Clara, the beautiful heroine, who I was afraid would be shallow. But how wrong I was. Clara might be beautiful, but that has not made her life easier. In fact it has made it that much harder for her to make people see the real her underneath the beautiful veneer. Everyone expects her to be a pretty ornament, to be the prefect lady, with no opinions on anything. But because she wants to mean something, to help people, she gives her time and money to the Milliners’ Society, trying to make better lives for the destitute girls of the lower society. I loved how she fought for the girls, even against dangerous gangs. And how she stood up against Oliver was just amazing.
Now I probably should have hated Oliver’s arrogance and his belief that women and most men was not as smart as him, but because he reminded me so much of Sherlock Holmes, I couldn’t help but love him. Yes, he was obnoxious and rude and blunt, but he had a good heart, and feelings just confused him so he preferred to supress them. I just loved how he lost his perfect composure around Clara. It was hilarious.
“Going so soon?” he said. “And we—”
“You condescending thickhead!” She hit his arm with the hat. “You obnoxious—” She hit his chest.
“You’d better stop,” he said. “I’m trying to be the sane one in the room, but you’re making that exceedingly difficult.”
She made it impossible. She was a goddess in a passion. The blaze of her blue eyes and the pale fire of her hair and the crimson glow of her cheeks.
She flung down the hat and grabbed the lapels of his coat. “I wish I were a man,” she said. “I would knock you down. I would plant you a facer. I’d break your nose. I—”
“No, really, I mean it,” he said. “You’re murdering my brain.” And he took hold of her shoulders and bent his head and kissed her.
The banter between Clara and Oliver was fantastic, and I loved seeing these two trying to get the upper-hand in a conversation. Their chemistry was scorching and they were just perfect for each other. Oliver saw more in Clara than just her beauty, he saw her intellect and her desires and her needs, and I loved the speech he made in order to win her hand – it was probably my most favorite scene of the book. And I loved that Clara saw beyond the rude façade he shows to society, she was able to see the heart of him.
I loved everything about this book, it was fabulous. This was my first book by this author, and it definitely won’t be my last. A must read for all HR fans.




["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“You’ve no notion how I live in the world you call a fantasy,” she went on in the same taut tone. “You’ve no idea what it’s like to spend your life wrapped in cotton wool, with all about you protecting you, mainly from yourself, because you don’t behave as they think a girl ought to do, and they believe something’s wrong with you. You don’t know what it’s like to watch your brothers go away to school and make new friends and have adventures you’ll never have, even vicariously, in books. You don’t know what it’s like to be scolded for reading too much and knowing too much – to be taught to hide your intelligence, because otherwise you’ll frighten the gentlemen away – to stifle your opinions, because ladies aren’t to have any opinions of their own, but must always defer to men.” She stamped her foot. “You know nothing about me. Nothing! Nothing!” (p. 71)
She burst into tears--and not mere weeping, but great, racking sobs, as of a long pent-up grief.
He started to reach for her and caught himself in time. "Stop it," he said, clenching his hands. "Stop it."
"No! You're such an idiot!"
"You're hysterical," he said calmly, while his heart pounded. "Don't make me pour a bucket of water on your head."
She stamped her foot again. "I'm already w-wet, you m-moron!"
"Oh good. What I always wanted. An irrational female bawling and stamping her foot, because she can't have her own way." --Clara & Raven, one of their many golden interactions
Her beauty surrounded her like a great stone wall. Men couldn't see above, beyond, or through it. They certainly couldn't see past it.
This was because men only looked at women. They didn't listen to women, especially beautiful women.
He said, "I realize your ladyship is very bored, being loved to death, but you ought not to let ennui dull your reason. My world is not like the fantasy one you live in. Mine demands I work within the bounds of the law, with the cooperation of the police. We didn't learn Toby's whereabouts until the small hours of morning. I've suggested a plan, and the police are prepared to carry it out. Nobody needs you."
"Lady Clara," he said. "You're punctual to the minute." He didn't take out his pocket watch. He had an accurate idea of time, especially when it was wasted. Of the last five and twenty minutes, all but four, by his measure, fell into that category.
"You're so charming."
"Everybody says that," he said.
"No, they don't. Never. No one has ever said that about you in all your life, I'll wager anything."
"Perhaps they did not exactly say charming," he said. "Perhaps... Yes, now I recollect, the phrase was 'tolerable in very small doses.'"
"And yet I missed you," she said. "Fancy that."
"I missed you, too," he said gruffly.
"You have a point," he said. "An excellent point, by the way. Do you know, I was cleverer than I thought, when I decided to marry you."
"You decided!"
"Yes, after you left me no choice." --Raven and Clara on who is cleverer

”the jewel in the crown of my happiness”
“sun on my horizon”
“queen of all realms of my life”