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.One-Eyed Dukes are Wild by Megan Frampton
Series: Dukes Behaving Badly #3
Published by Avon on December 29th 2015
Genres: Fiction, Historical, Romance, Victorian
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When does proper behavior deserve a deliciously improper reward?
The scandalously unmarried Lady Margaret Sawford is looking for adventure—and is always up for a challenge. Her curiosity is aroused by a dangerous-looking stranger with an eye patch, an ideal companion for the life she longs for, no matter what Society might say. So when the piratical gentleman turns out to be a duke—and just as boringly proper as any other nobleman—she can't help but incite him to walk on the wild side.
Well-heeled, well-mannered, and well beyond any interest in society's expectations, the Duke of Lasham is tired of being perfect. Margaret's lush beauty and gently laughing eyes are an irresistible temptation to embrace the imperfect—and her. But if a little misbehavior is appealing, unleashing his wild side is completely seductive—as long as the lovely Margaret is the object of his passion.
Also in this series: Why Do Dukes Fall in Love?
Also by this author: Why Do Dukes Fall in Love?, My Fair Duchess
The delightful One-Eyed Dukes are Wild is the latest installment in author Megan Frampton’s Dukes Behaving Badly series.
“Delightful” alone probably isn’t a strong enough descriptive for this thoroughly enjoyable read. Certainly the heroine Lady Margaret Sawford, a successful author, would be able to come up with more than enough words to express the charms of this book, while her adorably awkward love, the Duke of Lasham (he of the one eye), would hesitate and struggle to find just the right superlative.
There is really so much to love about this book. The hero and heroine are perfectly matched, despite seeming as if they are complete opposites. Lasham has spent his entire life either preparing for or fulfilling his role of Duke. He takes his position and responsibilities very seriously, using his impeccable work ethic and innate sense of social justice to fulfill his duties. His rank, coupled with his imposing physique and eye patch, make him a formidable presence; a very Proper Duke, indeed. Lady Margaret, however, is just the wrong side of scandalous. She committed the societal sin of refusing to marry the cretin her parents picked out (*gasp*) and it was discovered she writes successful serialized stories (*quelle horreur!*). One can only imagine the scandal if proper society discovered that Margaret uses much of the funds she wins at the card tables to help underprivileged women. None of these transgressions matter to Lasham, to him Margaret is “sparkling”; her humor and zest a balm to his soul.
It’s rare to find such a well-rounded, fully developed male protagonist. He’s not completely an Alpha or Beta hero; he’s the perfect combination of both. Lasham can be decidedly ducal and commanding one moment, then vulnerable and uncertain the next. The idea of happiness is a foreign concept to him, until Margaret enters his life. He’s at once enchanted and terrified of the emotions she stirs in him. She makes him want to be decidedly improper; she makes him want something for himself – more than just the physical pleasures they can, and eventually do, share. Lady Margaret makes Lasham want to be happy and make her happy in return.
Margaret is an absolute pleasure; her internal dialogue is a witty and scattered and positively charming (her musings on the “Piratical Duke” and his attractiveness are especially endearing). The injustice Margaret has faced for being true to herself and refusing to be a pawn in her parents’ machinations is deplorable. Yet, through it all, her spirit has persevered. For a woman of so many words, Lasham’s taciturn nature takes some getting used to for Margaret, but eventually she learns to understand what he has so much trouble communicating. Her reactions to Lasham’s vulnerabilities and trust in her as he reveals his true self are truly touching.
Author Meghan Frampton has crafted an insightful, humorous and heartwarming love story in One-Eyed Dukes are Wild that is sure bet if you want to smile (and sigh dreamily a few times too).
Excerpt from One-Eyed Dukes are Wild
A London ballroom
Too many people, too much noise
Lasham took too big a swallow of his wine, knowing his headache would only be exacerbated by the alcohol, but unwilling to forgo the possibility that perhaps, for just a few minutes, his perception would be muffled, blurred a little around the edges.
So that he wouldn’t be in a state of constant keen awareness that he was the Duke of Lasham, that he was likely the most important person wherever he happened to be—according to everyone but him—and that he was under almost continuous surveillance.
The ballroom was filled with the best people of Society, all of whom seemed to be far more at ease than he had ever been. Could ever be, in fact. He stood to the side of the dance floor, the whirling fabric of the ladies’ gowns like a child’s top.
Not that he’d been allowed anything as playful or fun as a top when he was growing up. But he could identify the toy, at least.
“Enjoying yourself, Your Grace?” His hostess, along with two of her daughters, had crept up along his blind side, making him start and slosh his wine onto his gloved hand. Occurrences like this weren’t the worst part of having lost an eye—that obviously would be the fact that he only had one eye left—but it was definitely annoying.
“Yes,” he said, bowing in their general direction, “thank you, I am.”
The three ladies gawked at him as though waiting for him to continue to speak, to display more of his wondrous dukeliness for their delight. As though he were more of an object than a person.
But he couldn’t just perform on command, and his hand was damp, and now he would have to go air out his glove before bestowing another dance on some lady he would be obliged to dance with, being the duke, and all. Because if his glove was damp, it might be perceived as, God forbid, sweaty, and sweaty-handed dukes might mean that the duke had gotten said sweat because he was enthralled with the person with whom he was dancing, which would lead to expectations, which would lead to expect a question, and Lasham knew he did not want to ever have to ask that question of anybody.
It was bad enough being the object of scrutiny when he was out in public. At home, at least, he was by himself, blissfully so, and taking a duchess would require that he be at home by himself with somebody else, and that somebody would doubtless have ducal expectations of him as well.
“Excuse me,” he said to the silent, gawking ladies. He sketched a quick bow and strode off, trying to look as though he had a destination rather than merely wishing to depart.
About Author Megan Frampton
Megan Frampton writes historical romance under her own name and romantic women’s fiction as Megan Caldwell. She likes the color black, gin, dark-haired British men, and huge earrings, not in that order. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband and son.