She secretly wants him... Being a lady of the night is not something that Babet wants, but being a wallflower isn’t much better. Keeping secrets is what she does best, and the biggest is her longing for a man who does not notice her. Tomas Larieux is a rich and handsome womanizer who desires Madame a card shark and part owner of the most infamous bawdy house in New Orleans. With Madame L. in his sights, Babet does not stand a chance of garnering Tomas’s interest. Then an unexpected betrothal throws her well-laid plans into a tailspin. In a desperate attempt to keep her independence, she propels herself directly into Tomas’s path. Now she must choose between protecting her secret, and her feelings, or revealing them both in an effort to snare his heart. He wants nothing to do with her... Having a woman beneath him is the only thing that matters to Tomas. Not just any Madame L. She is as elusive as she is beautiful. He fails to gain her attention and finds himself in the company of Babet a woman he is happy to ignore until a chance meeting has her barreling into his world, bringing his decadent lifestyle to a screeching halt. When destiny turns the tables, he faces things about himself he would rather forget. Will a series of unfortunate events and a profound secret threaten his existence, or will it bring order and love to a man who is untamed?
This was a full-bodied novel that I truly enjoyed. I did not put the book down, and I didn't want it to end.
Babet Lebuc was the mousy, wallflower, soft-spoken sister and daughter of a wealthy yet inattentive family. However, that's just the side that she lets them see. In her other life, the one that only a couple of her best friends know about, she works (in a high end brothel) to help the women that society considers no more than whores - unworthy of kindness.
Tomas Larieux is a rake. He is the family bad boy, bedding as many women as possible, whether they're married or not. His life is nothing more than indulging his base needs - luxury, women, and alcohol.
This story begins with Tomas escaping through the window of his Paramore when her husband shows up unexpectedly. We also meet Babet, who is being told by her father and mother that she would be marrying an older man that she's never met; whether she wants to or not. Those two scenarios/situations set the stage for the remainder of the book.
This is a romance novel that checks a number of boxes: enemies to lovers, women's empowerment, superstition vs faith, discovered secrets, family love, and more.
Whereas Babet was an incredibly likable heroine, Tomas was not a likable hero. His dislike for Babet lasted through more than half of the book and appeared to be based primarily on the way she looked. If I'm being honest, his dislike for her did begin to become annoying and grated on my nerves. He had no true reason for disliking her other than her dowdy appearance and quiet disposition. She on the other hand, liked and trusted her self, which I truly enjoyed. And she purposely made herself look unappealing in order to accomplish her goals.
This was a very well written book, thank you Ms. Robinson. I loved the continuing story with Benedicte and Yearie, as well as the opportunity to spend time with the other members of the Larieux family. This is a book that I would most certainly recommend. I'm very much looking forward to the third installment of this series.
I bought this book in the blink of an eye without reading a sample.because I read the first book in the series and i was hooked, but how foolish of me assume because the first one was to my liking the second would be too. It didnt eve feel like it was the same author that wrote the first book. I'm sorry to say I was on chapter 10 and I still wasnt sure what the book was about other than the main character was a libertine, it felt more like an erotica book than a spicy historical romance. I would not recommend it.
Wonderfully written. The characters come to life off of the pages. Hopefully, we will get stories about the Brothers od Decandance once the Larieux family is complete.