Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Tainted Bride by A.S. Fenichel #Review

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Sailing to London, Sophia Braighton only hopes to escape certain ruin. But when she arrives,

her Great Aunt Daphne has other plans for the American-born beauty. Determined to marry off

her niece to a man of means, she propels Sophia into London society, not knowing that the

young woman’s trust in men is shattered. In fact, Sophia never expects to ever feel anything for

a man. Then again, she never expects to find herself in the company of the dashing earl of

Marlton….

From the moment he sees Sophia, Daniel Fallon feels alive in a way he has not since his

broken engagement. Though the vulnerable beauty shies from the passion burning bright

between them, Daniel is determined to court her and make her his bride. When he learns of the

painful secret she harbors, he is equally determined to take revenge on the man responsible.

But will the quest destroy him—and his future with his beloved?



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Excerpt:     


Most young unmarried women spent the entire dance trying to impress him with all of their

accomplishments. Sophia didn’t look up and bat her eyelashes or smile and try to press closer.

Her warmth seeped through the thin fabric of her gown. The newest fashions left little to his

imagination. He was on fire. She sparked in him feelings he’d sworn never to entertain again.

She cleared her throat. “What did you mean when you said you are an admirer of my aunt?”

“She is unique. I like someone who is not a sheep in the crowd and Lady Collington is an

original. Some call her the cruel countess and perhaps they have some cause. She can be quite

biting if vexed. She can also be a fierce and loyal ally. I quite like her.”

“The cruel countess. I suppose I can see why she’s gained that moniker.”

“Is she unkind to you?”

“No. Aunt Daphne has been very kind and thoughtful in her way. I just wish she would not have

to be disappointed.” Sophia sighed heavily. Her breasts swelled over the low neck of her gown.

“Why would her ladyship ever be disappointed in you?”

She shook her head and her silken curls swished from side to side.

“You will not tell me? Then I’ll guess. You are not the woman you appear to be. You are really

the scullery maid from the Braighton house in America? No? You are her nephew, not her

niece?”

She giggled.

He shook his head. “No, that cannot be it. You are already married?”

She watched him and as he guessed, her mouth and eyes grew wider until she burst into a fit of

giggles. She was adorable. “Enough.”

The sound had his heart beating so rapidly, he might have an episode, as if he was one of those

horrible characters from a bad novel.

“I’ll tell you, if you promise to keep my secret.”

The dance ended, Daniel took her arm and walked swiftly to the veranda. His hand on her

elbow left only his white glove separating skin from touching skin. The idea of actually feeling

her flesh was heady. The cool night air helped to cool his desire.

She breathed deeply, causing her breasts to lift dangerously close to the edge of her gown’s

neckline.

So much for the cooling effect of the night air.

She leaned over the veranda wall and looked out into the shadowy gardens, lit only by torches.

There were a few people lingering on the veranda—ladies getting away from the heat of the

crowded ballroom and a few couples hiding behind Greek statues and Roman pillars.

“Are you cold?”

“No.” Her voice was small and far away.

He yearned for her thoughts. “You were going to tell me a secret.”

Heart-wrenching sorrow filled her eyes and they glistened though no tears fell. She straightened

her posture and raised her chin. This woman held herself as if she was a queen.

He wanted her more with every second spent in her presence.

She spoke for his ears only, but her whisper shook with intensity. “My secret is I shall never

marry. I should have told my aunt, but my mother made me promise to try to enjoy the season

and not ruin it with such thoughts.” As she said the last words, her voice had dropped into a lush

Italian accent.

He supposed the accent was her mother’s. Thomas had said her mimicry was amusing, but

there was no joke here.

Her face was open and she absolutely believed she wouldn’t marry. Of course, it was ridiculous.

She was beautiful, smart, funny and quick-witted. He had gleaned all of this in only a short time

in her presence. She had the body of a goddess. She would marry and probably well. He was

sure she would have offers before the end of the month, if not sooner.

“I think you will marry.” Regret dripped from his voice.

“No.” Her eyes filled with tears and she moved away to hide in the shadow of one of the pillars

surrounding the veranda.

His mind screamed at him to apologize and walk away, but his body disobeyed and he followed

her into the shadows. He tugged the glove from his hand and gently caressed the soft skin from

her elbow to the cap sleeve of her gown. He dropped his hand.

She turned, only a breath away. The warmth of her body reached him though they didn’t touch.

“Please do not cry.” The soft tone hardly resembled his voice. She moved him in a way no one

else ever had.

“I won’t. I’m sorry to make such a scene.” She dabbed at her eyes. Once again, the tigress

returned, sad, fierce and distant. The tears made her seem even fiercer, somehow making her

even more perfect. This was no stuffy debutante, with little thought for anyone but herself. She

was soft, emotional, filled with life and he wanted nothing else in the world but to pull her into his

arms, to watch her tigress’s eyes close as his lips covered hers.


Tainted bride has all the elements of a satisfying Regency piece, the terrible ton making life impossible with their gossip mongering; the Philadelphia, America crowd is no better than the Londoners.   Sophia's dour aunt gives her a second chance at a life that Sophia is now convinced she does not want.  Lady Daphne Collington is my favorite character in this book. She hass all the spunk and feistiness due a dowager.
Sophia's character goes through much emotional trauma over the course of this book.
Alistair is a true villain through and through. 100% arrogant and vile.

Although men are involved in much of each action scene, this is a women in control story.
A quick paced tale full of societal mores, rules and scandal  This is a strong story about the power of friendship..


Author Bio:



A.S. Fenichel adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little

mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still

relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story. Originally from New York,

she grew up in New Jersey. She now lives in the southwest with her real life hero, her wonderful

husband. When she is not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history and puttering in

her garden.

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