...never a dull moment!
Earls Just Want to Have Fun (Covent Garden Cubs Book 1) by Shana Galen
From the ending of Viscount of Vice I knew we had not seen the last of that scourge of the criminal underworld Satin. Marlowe has been running with his band since forever, forever when she was someone else, barely a whisper in her thoughts and a far remembered name, the fantasy name Elizabeth.
Earls might want to have fun but Maxwell, Lord Dane, when affecting a certain ennui and ripe for a change, was not expecting to be saddled with one of his investigator brother Brook's cases. He forgot the old saying about being beware of what you ask for. A missing child, a savage underworld leader, a wildcat young female thief who prefers men's clothing and bound up 'bubbies' threaten to give him more than he can handle.
Marlowe exists in a dangerous world of theft and worse. When grabbed off the streets by Brook, bundled into Dane's carriage and taken to a ton household, Marlowe is hurled into an unreal world she cannot fathom, and yet this world prompts slivers of past memories that intrude as far off dreams, as dismissed fantasies. She knows this world is not for the likes of her, or is it?
This is not quite Pygmalion but certainly there are those elements. A thoroughly enjoyable read.
From the ending of Viscount of Vice I knew we had not seen the last of that scourge of the criminal underworld Satin. Marlowe has been running with his band since forever, forever when she was someone else, barely a whisper in her thoughts and a far remembered name, the fantasy name Elizabeth.
Earls might want to have fun but Maxwell, Lord Dane, when affecting a certain ennui and ripe for a change, was not expecting to be saddled with one of his investigator brother Brook's cases. He forgot the old saying about being beware of what you ask for. A missing child, a savage underworld leader, a wildcat young female thief who prefers men's clothing and bound up 'bubbies' threaten to give him more than he can handle.
Marlowe exists in a dangerous world of theft and worse. When grabbed off the streets by Brook, bundled into Dane's carriage and taken to a ton household, Marlowe is hurled into an unreal world she cannot fathom, and yet this world prompts slivers of past memories that intrude as far off dreams, as dismissed fantasies. She knows this world is not for the likes of her, or is it?
This is not quite Pygmalion but certainly there are those elements. A thoroughly enjoyable read.
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