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328 pages, Paperback
First published November 5, 2013

Her nose was red. The rest of her face, too, was somewhat ruddy. And the somber blue of her cloak did her complexion no favors, making her appear even more splotchy.Felix and Louisa are friends before lovers: They are so tremendously dynamic together. Their dialogue is full of hilarity, playful banter, laughter, teasing. They play games with each other. They do things to make each other laugh. Knowing her secret desire to be a voyeur, Felix climbs a hill and places two mannequins in compromising positions and repeatedly reposition them so that she could see them through a telescope. They learn together. He teaches her math. He fosters her desire and love for astronomy, he never puts her down, he never outrightly belittles her. As cold as he acts sometimes when he is trying to shield himself, Felix almost always treats Louisa with utmost courtesy. And he doesn't mind that she wears bust improvers.
All this Felix perceived. But he could see only loveliness, endless, endless loveliness.
Love was not blind, but it might mimic a deteriorating case of cataracts.
“Well, my bust improver doesn’t so much improve my bust as create one where none exists.”Louisa is not ashamed of her desire: Louisa acts like a lady, but a lady still has desires. This book may be set in Victorian times, and Louisa may be chaste, but it doesn't mean that she doesn't feel attraction. And what I love about her is that she acknowledges her carnal desires, her need, her want of the astoundingly attractive Felix, and she does not chastize herself for it. The love scenes are sensual, but exceedingly fun. I said that Felix and Louisa are friends, and that translates to the bedroom, as well. They have fun together, they laugh together, they learn together. And that's what makes this book so enjoyable, because the characters are having a tremendous romp themselves.
He glanced at her bosom. “So how much of that is actually yours?”
“Twenty-five percent. Thirty-five at most.”
His eyes widened.
“I apologize!”
“Only sorry to be caught, I see.”
“Well, I always did plan to make up for it.”
“How?” Was that a barely suppressed smile in his voice? “Isn’t it a bit late for you to develop a bigger pair?”
“The only imperfections I see are a few shallow pockmarks on your right cheek. I would never have permitted any sister of mine to brood over such minor blemishes for the better part of a decade.Felix and Louisa are likeable: They are good people. They are not overwhelmingly stubborn for the sake of contrariness. I loved them both. They are not resistant to change. They have their moments of obstinacy, but they quickly, and the keyword is quickly realize their error. Their change is not sudden, it happens throughout the book. They learn from each experience. They apologize. They make amends to each other. They admit their faults. They open up about their past. They are honest to each other. They do not play stupid fucking petty mind games.
“Had you come for a London Season, you would not have dislodged Mrs. Townsend from her perch as the most beautiful woman in London. You might not even have disturbed Miss Bessler’s place third on that list. But make no mistake, you would have been mentioned in the same breath as those women. Instead, you have wasted your youth grieving for a gross misfortune that never took place: You are perhaps five percent less lovely than you would have been without the pockmarks, not fifty percent.
“Miss Louisa asked me to compliment you, but I shall not, not when you can go out and garner hundreds of them on your own with minimum effort. And if you will not, then there is nothing anyone can do for you—the matter is not with your face, but your head.”



His fortune privileged him over most other men in London, but how did he compete with all the 'butchers, greengrocers, and the like'? [...] His whole plan had depended upon her failure to secure a man of a social station. [...] A butcher was an upstanding member of any community.





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Yet Louisa is also not all she seems to be. One of five daughters, she is determined to be the one who supports her mother and sisters (the youngest of whom is epileptic) by marrying well. She has just one chance – she is to be sponsored for a London season by one of her mother’s friends – and she has been preparing for years. For various reasons, her début is delayed, and she’s twenty-four by the time she makes her entrance into society. For the past eight years she has been carefully assimilating everything a young lady without fortune or accomplishment intent on finding herself a rich husband needs to know – how to flatter a gentleman with subtlety, how to show the correct degree of attention to his female relatives, and most of all, how to work out which potential husband is likely to be the most biddable.
And Felix knows this, too. He knows that Louisa’s amiability, her composure and deferential femininity are just as much of an act as his own, and does not scruple to let her know he’s found her out. I love romances in which the protagonists become friends before they become lovers and this idea of “two frauds together” provides the basis for the unlikely friendship that develops between them.
With Louisa, Felix is able to act more like his true self – opportunistic, devious and, it has to be said, deliciously naughty. And even though she knows she can’t trust him, Louisa can be more herself when she’s with Felix. I loved their shared sense of humour and their teasing, which is something which I was delighted to discover continues throughout the book.
Louisa is astonished when The Ideal Gentleman proposes marriage –but, having no other options, she accepts, in full awareness (she believes) of what she’s getting into. Felix may be Machiavellian, but he’s witty, intelligent and sexy and she thinks that as long as she doesn’t make the disastrous mistake of telling him she’s in love with him, they should be able to do fairly well. It doesn’t hurt that they’ve been desperate to rip each other’s clothes off and shag themselves witless since setting eyes on one another, and Louisa is certainly looking forward more than eagerly to getting Felix into bed and doing all the naughty things she’s imagined and that he’s hinted at.
I should say at this point that although Felix and Louisa have a lot of sex – and I mean A LOT – the book is not a bonk-fest, and I think that was the right way to go. Even though they’re burning up with lust, they don’t even kiss until after they’re married, which means that the level of sexual tension between them feels like a pressure cooker ready to explode. The sex scenes are not overly explicit, but they’re no less hot and steamy for that. I think that pages and pages of detailed horizontal Olympics would have become boring after a while and would certainly have been detrimental to the story overall.
Naturally, the course of true love does not run smooth. At first, Felix is unnerved by the force of his desire for Louisa and decides that he needs to keep away from her if he’s to avoid becoming completely in thrall to her. This leads him to act like a complete bastard, it’s true – but it’s also true that he quickly realises he’s behaved like a complete bastard and tries to make amends.
That’s another one of the things I really liked about the book. The conflicts between the couple are entirely of their own making – but so are the resolutions. Felix and Louisa both make mistakes – but they’re grown-up enough to admit them and to take the steps needed to fix things.
As is the case with the other books I’ve read by this author, what really sets her stories apart from the crowd is the depth and complexity of the characterisation. Felix may be an underhand cad in many ways, but the things that make him The Ideal Gentleman are not completely fabricated. Beneath it all, he’s a genuinely kind and charming man and despite his parents’ terrible example, he’s a romantic at heart. When he admits to himself that the accusations of selfishness Louisa has levelled at him are true, he is unwavering in his determination to do something that’s just for her; he fosters her interest in astronomy and meticulously plans lessons in maths and physics to further her understanding. His behaviour towards her mother and sisters is adorable and once he finally realises that what he had thought of an obsession with Louisa is actually a deep and abiding love, he’s terrified – but tells her how he feels anyway.
I’ve read some reviews saying that the resolution was rushed and that Louisa forgave Felix too easily for the deception he’d practiced on her, but I disagree. Going back to what I said at the beginning, Ms Thomas’ characters act in ways which feel right, even though at times, that may be somewhat frustrating to the reader. And here, I thought we got a perfect resolution. Both characters have to admit to faults and decide to do what’s needed to make their marriage work. I think what we see at the end of the book is just the beginning - and that what the author has done is to give the reader a glimpse of a relationship that is only going to get better.
The Luckiest Lady in London was a real treat from start to finish and if there are any fans of historical romance out there wondering whether or not to read it – all I can say is: it’s brilliant so stop wondering and get your hands of a copy as soon as possible.