I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.My American Duchess by Eloisa James
Published by HarperCollins on January 26th 2016
Genres: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Regency, General
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The arrogant Duke of Trent intends to marry a well-bred Englishwoman. The last woman he would ever consider marrying is the adventuresome Merry Pelford— an American heiress who has infamously jilted two fiancés.
But after one provocative encounter with the captivating Merry, Trent desires her more than any woman he has ever met. He is determined to have her as his wife, no matter what it takes. And Trent is a man who always gets what he wants.
The problem is, Merry is already betrothed, and the former runaway bride has vowed to make it all the way to the altar. As honor clashes with irresistible passion, Trent realizes the stakes are higher than anyone could have imagined. In his battle to save Merry and win her heart, one thing becomes clear:
All is fair in love and war.
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Reference is often made to Book Boyfriends (“BBF”), defined fictional male characters readers would like to date in real life. I propose the adoption of the phrase Book Best Friend Forever (“BBFF”) for the characters we most wish were real so we could hang out together. I hereby declare Merry Pelford, the delightful heroine of Eloisa James’ latest novel My American Duchess, to be my new BBFF.
Merry’s forthright attitude and blunt talk might make her an oddity to the British upper crust but these traits instantly endear her to readers – and the delicious Duke of Trent. Two broken engagements, and one breach of promise lawsuit, have forced American heiress Merry Pelford to flee Boston for London in hopes of finding a husband. Fortunately Merry’s quest is successful; unfortunately she meets the intriguing Duke of Trent mere moments after becoming betrothed to another man.
Trent is instantly charmed by Merry, he believes her genuine nature and lack of pretension make her the perfect choice to be his duchess (her beauty and shapely figure are an added bonus). In Merry, Trent has found someone who is not interested in him just for his title or who will compare him to his seemingly more affable twin brother. Within minutes of his first encounter with Merry, Trent is determined to make her his bride, after learning her name, of course. Trent’s resolve is abruptly deflated once he is properly introduced to Merry – as the fiancée of someone close to him.
Trent and Merry spend half the novel denying their attraction to one another and the other half trying not to fall in love. Trent claims he does not believe in love. Merry is simply an intelligent, witty woman, who happens to be his best friend, all while stirring a passion in him the likes of which he never imagined. Yep, that’s not love. *insert eyeroll*
The last thing Merry’s reputation needs is another broken engagement. Her friendship and growing affection for Trent serve to highlight the deficiencies in her relationship with her betrothed. It is not her feelings for Trent that ultimately threaten her engagement, as neither Trent nor Merry consider acting on their mutual desire. Rather, it is her fiancé’s character and secret motives that force Merry to act (or at least attempt to).
Throughout all their trials and tribulations, Merry and Trent are heartbreakingly honest with one another. Merry’s inner strength surprises even herself as she wrestles with her complicated romantic past. Did she ever really love any of her fiancés? Does she even know what love is? While questioning her own motives, Merry is truthful with herself and her self-exploration reveals her character growth and development. Merry’s honor, humor, and unaffected personality make her a perfect BBFF.
Oh, and Trent makes a darn good BBF too.
Author Eloisa James has earned her reputation as one of the finest writers publishing today, which is only bolstered by the publication of My American Duchess. This book’s distinctive characters engage readers’ hearts and minds with honest emotions, humor, and uncommon depth.
Excerpt from My American Duchess
He didn’t move. “Tell me, do you consider yourself representative of American ladies?”
“In some respects,” she said, hesitating.
His smile deepened. “How do American ladies compare to their English counterparts?”
“Well, American ladies prefer to speak rather than warble,” Merry said, with a mischievous grin. “We never faint, and our constitutions are far hardier than those of delicate English gentlewomen. Oh, and we add tea to our milk, rather than the other way around.”
“You are of the impression that ‘delicate’ characterizes the fair sex as represented tonight in Lady Portmeadow’s ballroom?”
Merry pursed her lips, thinking of the hawk-eyed ladies who ruled over London society. “Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Englishwomen aspire to delicacy, and American women do not. For my part, I believe that a woman’s temperament is something she ought to be able to decide for herself. I have no plan to have an attack of the vapors now, nor shall I in the future.”
“I’ve heard about these ‘vapors,’ but I have yet to see a woman faint,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.
He had a nice chest. Her eyes drifted all the way down to his powerful thighs, before she recovered herself and snapped her gaze back to his face. His expression was unchanged, so hopefully he hadn’t noticed her impropriety.
He was patiently waiting for her to respond. He had a kind of power about him that had nothing to do with fashion. Now she thought of it, she had seen that kind of self-possession before: in the Mohawk warrior she’d once met as a girl.
She shook her head, pushing the thought away. “Not even once? In that case, you’re either lucky or remarkably unobservant. Didn’t you notice the fuss earlier this evening when Miss Cernay collapsed?”
“I arrived only a quarter of an hour ago. Why did Miss Cernay faint?”
“She claimed a mouse ran up her leg.”
“That is highly improbable,” he remarked, a sardonic light in his eyes. “Lady Portmeadow is notorious for her frugality, and not even mice care to starve.”
“Miss Cernay’s claim is not the point,” Merry explained. “She was likely groped by Lord Ma—by someone, and fainted from pure shock. Or perhaps she feigned a swoon to avoid further indignities. Either way, I promise you that an American lady would have taken direct action.”
He unfolded his arms and his eyes narrowed. “Am I to infer that you know who this blackguard was because he groped you as well?”
“‘Grope’ is perhaps too strong,” Merry said, noticing the air of menace that suddenly hung about those large shoulders. “‘Fondle’ would be more accurate.”
Her clarification didn’t improve matters. “Who was it?” he demanded. His brows were a dark line.
She certainly didn’t want to be responsible for an unpleasant confrontation. “I haven’t any idea,” she said, fibbing madly.
“I collect that you did not faint.”
“Certainly not. I defended myself.”
“I see,” he said, looking interested. “How did you do that, exactly?”
“I stuck him with my hatpin,” Merry explained.
She nodded, and showed him one of the two diamond hatpins adorning the top of her gloves. “In America, we pleat silk gloves at the top and thread a hatpin through. They hold up your gloves, but they can also be used to ward off wandering hands.”
“Very resourceful,” he said with a nod.
“Yes, well, the lord in question might have squealed loudly,” she told him impishly. “Everyone might have turned around to look. And I might have patted his arm and said that I knew that boils could be very troublesome. Did you know, by the way, that a treatment of yarrow is used for boils, but it will also stop a man’s hair from falling out?”
She could feel herself turning pink. He had no need of that remedy. Although cropped short, his hair was quite thick, as best she could see on the shadowy balcony.
But he gave a deep chuckle, and Merry relaxed, realizing that it was the first time all week—perhaps even all month—she felt free to be herself. This man actually seemed to like it when a bit of information escaped from her mouth.
About Author Eloisa James
A New York Times bestselling author, Eloisa James is a professor of English literature who lives with her family in New York, but who can sometimes be found in Paris or Italy. (Her husband is an honest to goodness Italian knight!) Eloisa’s website offers short stories, extra chapters, and even a guide to shopping in Florence. Visit her at www.eloisajames.com.