New Release: Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt

Posted November 24, 2015 by Emily in Blog Tour, Book Review, GIVEAWAY / 0 Comments

New Release: Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt

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New Release: Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth HoytSweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt
Series: Maiden Lane #9
Published by Grand Central Publishing on November 24th 2015
Genres: Fiction, Romance, Historical, General
Pages: 368
Purchase Links: AmazoniBooksKoboIndieBound

Prim, proper, and thrifty, Eve Dinwoody is all business when it comes to protecting her brother's investment. But when she agrees to control the purse strings of London's premier pleasure garden, Harte's Folly, she finds herself butting heads with an infuriating scoundrel who can't be controlled.
Bawdy and bold, Asa Makepeace doesn't have time for a penny-pinching prude like Eve. As the garden's larger-than-life owner, he's already dealing with self-centered sopranos and temperamental tenors. He's not about to let an aristocratic woman boss him around . . . no matter how enticing she is.
In spite of her lack of theatrical experience-and her fiery clashes with Asa-Eve is determined to turn Harte's Folly into a smashing success. But the harder she tries to manage the stubborn rake, the harder it is to ignore his seductive charm and raw magnetism. There's no denying the smoldering fire between them-and trying to put it out would be the greatest folly of all . . .

Rating:One StarOne StarOne StarOne StarHalf a Star
Also in this series: Dearest Rogue
Also by this author: Dearest Rogue

Q&A with Author Elizabeth Hoyt

  1. What’s the last book you read?

The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith

  1. Regular followers of your Facebook page know that you enjoy movies.  What are a few of your favorite films?

Bringing Up BabyWhat’s Up, Doc, the reboot Star Trek, the first Daniel Craig James Bond whatever that was, Strictly Ballroom, the Kenneth Brannaugh Hamlet in all its overblown, six-million-hour glory, oh, and The Hollow Crown trilogy thus far—can’t wait for Cumberbatch’s Richard III—oh, and the first Iron Man.

  1. Do you listen to music while writing?  If so, what are some favorites that played while you were writing SWEETEST SCOUNDREL?

Yes, I listen to music almost constantly and usually the same music over and over and over. The music I listened to the most whilst writing SS was: Bastille’s “Bad Blood”, Florence + The Machine “Ceremonials” (deluxe version!) and Hozier’s “From Eden” and “Hozier”

  1. Finish this sentence:My heroine will never trust a man.
  1. What drew you to Georgian England for the setting of your books?

Grittiness. 😉 It’s a much more interesting time period (in my humble opinion) than the oft-used Regency. Houses dripping in gold, people dripping in gold, men wearing swords and wigs and high heels, women in magnificent dresses, people in the gutter; London–that enchanting city–growing by leaps and bounds and people trying to figure out how they should become a civilized society. Sigh. It’s just wonderful.


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My Thoughts

Author Elizabeth Hoyt is a master at infusing her novels with an excellent sense of time and place, while populating her landscape with interesting and fully developed characters. She’s at the top of her game with her latest Maiden Lane series installment, Sweetest Scoundrel.

Asa Makepeace has appeared periodically throughout the Maiden Lane series, as the brother and friend of various protagonists. His exuberant personality stuck out every time he appeared, making him a natural as the hero his own novel (although there isn’t much heroic about Asa when we first encounter him here). Eve Dinwoody is the perfect foil for the foul-mouthed and passionate Asa. Her inner strength and fortitude are more than a match for Asa – the banter between them is first-rate, with tension and chemistry practically oozing off the page.

With family entanglements and tragic pasts, Asa and Eve take a bumpy ride award their happily ever after. This is a lovely tale of a man reluctant to form emotional attachments and a woman afraid of physical intimacy discovering what they are missing in each other. Simply put, Sweetest Scoundrel is a joy to read. Thank you, Elizabeth Hoyt.

Excerpt from Sweetest Scoundrel

Hoyt_Sweetest Scoundrel_MM“What do you see when you look at me?”

What did she see when she looked at him?

Eve inhaled, trying and failing to tear her gaze from his.

Mr. Harte sprawled across her dainty settee like a Viking marauder in a pillaged Christian church. His broad shoulders took up more than half the width, his arms lazily draped over the back. His scarlet coat was spread open, contrasting with the sedate gray-blue of the cushions almost shockingly. One long leg was thrust straight before him, the other cocked open and resting on a booted heel. The pose made the apex of his thighs very . . . obvious . . . and even as she kept her eyes locked on his she could feel heat rising in her cheeks.

What did she see?

She saw violence and anger, kept under a control that was tenuous at best. She saw power and a strength that could hurt her—kill her—if he so chose. She saw the innate brutality that was, in larger or smaller part, in all men.

She saw her most terrible fears.

But—and this was the truly unprecedented part—she saw more in him. She saw temptation—her temptation—alluring and frightening at the same time, his virility so strong it was nearly a visible miasma in the space between them.

She wanted him. Wanted that brash gaze, those long, muscled thighs, that mocking, insulting mouth, and the shoulders that went on forever, big and brawny and so very, very male.

This was madness—she knew that intellectually. She’d never wanted a man before—was in fact afraid of almost all men, let alone one so obviously, blatantly sexual.

She took a breath, hoping that he couldn’t read all this from her gaze—and knowing it was a lost cause already.

His heavy-lidded green eyes were far, far too perceptive.

“I see . . .” She paused to lick suddenly dry lips. “I see that your hairline is nearly a perfect arc across the expanse of your forehead. That your eyebrows tilt ever so slightly up at the ends and that the right has a scar through it. I see that when you are solemn, the outer edges of your lips reach just to the midpoint of your eyes, but when you smile, they go beyond the corners. I see that your chin and jaw are almost in classical proportion and that a small white scar forms a comma on your chin just to the right of center.” She finally glanced away from him, breathing heavily, certain that she’d not thrown him off the track with her artist’s eye’s impressions. She inhaled again and ended, “I see every line of your face, every line’s intersection and how they relate. That is what I see when I look at you.”

“And is that all you see? Lines?” His voice was deep and amused.

She chanced a peek.

He still watched her, his gaze utterly unperturbed by her observations about his countenance.

No, she’d not fooled him at all.

She licked her lips again, buying time. “I see,” she said carefully, cautiously, “a very self-possessed man.”

Self-possessed,” he drawled. “I’m not sure what that means, frankly. It sounds, just a bit, like a coward’s answer.”

Her gaze flew to his, outraged.

But before she could take him down a peg, he chuckled softly. “Tell me, Miss Dinwoody, would you like to know what I see when I look at you?”

She shouldn’t. She really, really shouldn’t.

“Yes,” she blurted, and then winced because she knew well enough what men

thought when they looked at her: ordinary, if they were charitable. Plain if they were not.

She braced herself for mockery, but when she glanced again at him, his gaze was hot and hard. Certainly not gentle. Certainly not kind. But he wasn’t dismissing her, either.

He looked at her as if they were equals. As if he really saw her, a woman to his man.

“I see,” he said, his deep voice musing, “a woman afraid, but fighting her fears. A woman who carries herself like a queen. A woman who could rule us all, I suspect.”

She gazed at him, her breath caught in her throat, afraid to exhale and break the spell.

A corner of that wicked mouth tilted up. “And I see a woman who has a deep curiosity. Who wants to feel but is worried—of herself? Of others?” He shook his head. “I’m not sure.” He leaned forward slowly, destroying his pose, and she had to fight herself not to scoot her chair away from him. “But I think she has a fire banked within her. Maybe it’s only embers now, glowing in the dark, but if tinder were to be put to those embers . . .” He grinned slowly. Dangerously. “Oh, what a conflagration that would be.”

About Author Elizabeth Hoyt

Author Elizabeth HoytElizabeth Hoyt is the New York Times bestselling author of over seventeen lush historical romances including the Maiden Lane series. Publishers Weeklyhas called her writing “mesmerizing.” She also pens deliciously fun contemporary romances under the name Julia Harper. Elizabeth lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with three untrained dogs, a garden in constant need of weeding, and the long-suffering Mr. Hoyt.

The winters in Minnesota have been known to be long and cold and Elizabeth is always thrilled to receive reader mail. You can write to her at: P.O. Box 19495, Minneapolis, MN 55419 or email her at:

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