Tasty Books Tour: The Rogue by Katharine Ashe

Posted March 2, 2016 by Loverofromance in Book Reviews, Tasty Book Tours / 18 Comments

Tasty Books Tour: The Rogue by Katharine Ashe

I received this book for free from Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

Tasty Books Tour: The Rogue by Katharine AsheThe Rogue by Katharine Ashe
Also in this series: The Pirate and I, The Duke
Series: Devil's Duke #1
Published by Avon on February 23rd 2016
Genres: Historical Romance, Regency Era
Pages: 384
Format: eARC
Source: Publisher
ISBN: 0062412736
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Lady Constance Read is independent, beautiful, and in need of a husband—now. The last man on earth she wants is the rogue who broke her heart six years ago, never mind that his kisses are scorching hot…
Evan Saint-André Sterling is rich, scarred, and finished with women—forever. He’s not about to lose his head over the bewitching beauty who once turned his life upside down.
But Constance needs a warrior, and Saint is the perfect man for the job. Only as a married woman can she penetrate Scotland’s most notorious secret society and bring a diabolical duke to justice. When Constance and Saint become allies—and passionate lovers—he’ll risk everything to protect the only woman he has ever loved.

My Review

The Rogue is the first installment in a exciting new series by Katharine Ashe. This was a quite enjoyable read, We are taken first to when the pair first meet six years previous. There is some question as to what really drives them apart however that I felt wasn’t ever truly revealed. So I would have preferred to have seen that instead of references to it. But then we see them meet up again six years later. Tension is a bit high between them, considering how much they have cared for each other. What was really fun about these two is how much alike that they are. Both stubborn and prideful, fighters in their own ways. So you can imagine the explosive chemistry these two would have especially since they have serious history with each other. There are some misunderstandings of course, but when it comes down to it…they stick together.

What I really liked about this story was seeing how they reconnect with each other, learn about healing and forgiveness and make a future together. This author has a fun writing style, and I loved the way she developed the plot in this story. The characters are both so likable in many ways. I honestly am not sure which one I loved more our hero or the heroine. Both have a certain spirited nature and have witty personalities and their bantering seemed to be very engaging. Loved the flow of the romance here and I am eager to see more of what Ashe has in store with this series.

About The Author

About Katharine Ashe

Katharine Ashe writes historical romances that reviewers call "intensely lush" and "sensationally intelligent," including HOW TO BE A PROPER LADY, one of Amazon's Ten Best Books of the Year; HOW TO MARRY A HIGHLANDER, a finalist for the 2014 RITA Award; and CAPTURED BY A ROGUE LORD, winner of the Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Historical Adventure. Her novels are translated into languages around the world.

Katharine lives in the wonderfully warm Southeast with her husband, son, dog, and a garden she likes to call romantic rather than unkempt. A professor of European history, she writes fiction because she thinks modern readers deserve grand adventure and breathtaking sensuality too. She loves hearing from readers.

Excerpt

Of the dozen men in the room, he was the only man she should not be staring at. He was not a lord. Not an heir to a fortune. Not a scion of impressive lineage or a favorite of the prince. He wasn’t even really a gentleman.

Yet she could not look away.

It shouldn’t have mattered; a hidden niche was an excellent place from which a young lady could spy on a risqué party. Until someone else discovered it.

Unless that someone else were the right someone else.

For four nights now no one had noticed her peeking from a door that could barely be called a door in the corner of the ballroom. These passages had been fashioned in an earlier era of rebellion, and everybody had long since forgotten them.

Except her.

And now him.

A quality of familiarity braided with danger commanded the breadth of his shoulders and the candlelight in his eyes as he watched her. Yet she did not duck back into the dark passage and escape. She had no fear that he would know her. Like the women who had actually been invited to the party, her mask hid the upper half of her face. Anyway, she knew no one in society. Her father had not yet taken her to London, only deposited her here at Fellsbourne, where he imagined her safe in the company of his dear friend’s family. Where she had always in fact been safe. Teased, taunted, treated like an annoying younger sister, and very carelessly acknowledged. But safe.

Until now.

Not removing his eyes from her, the stranger unfolded himself from the chair with predatorial grace. He moved like a hunter, lean and powerful and aware. Not entirely human. Even at rest he had watched the others, disinterested in the amorous flirtations of the other men and the women here to entertain them, yet keen-eyed. Like an elven prince studying mortal beings, he observed.

For four nights she had wondered, if she were one of those women would he be interested in her? Would he seek her attention? Would he touch her as the other men touched those women—as she longed to be touched—held—told she was special—good—beautiful?

She was wicked to her marrow.

Wicked to want a stranger’s notice. Wicked to relish the thrill in her belly as he walked

straight

toward

her.

Under normal circumstances her tongue was lithe enough. But normal circumstances had never in her wildest misbehaviors included a man with eyes like his—green, clear and shining, moonlight cast upon the waters of a forest spring. Perhaps he was not entirely human. This wasn’t Scotland. But England had its fair share of mystical beings too.

When he stood within no more than two wicked feet of her, her tongue failed.

“You were staring at me,” he said in a voice like fire-heated brandy—rich, deep.

“You were staring at me.” The low timbre of her own words startled her.

“One of us must have begun it.”

“Perhaps it was spontaneously mutual. Or it was coincidence, and both of us imagined the other began it.”

“How mortifying for us both then.” The slightest smile appeared at the corner of his mouth that was beautiful. Beautiful. She had never thought about men’s mouths before. She had never even noticed them. Now she noticed, and it did hot things to her insides.

“Or fortunate,” she ventured. She was grinning, showing her big teeth. But she couldn’t care. A young man was smiling at her, a young man with sun-darkened skin and whiskers cut square and scant about his mouth, like a pirate too busy marauding to shave for a day or two. Not very mystical, true. His hair was the color of ancient gilt, curving about his collar and swept dashingly back from his brow. A military saber hung along his thigh, long and encased in dark leather. Its hilt glittered.

He was staring at her lips, and so she stared at his. Giddy trills climbed up her middle.

Kisses.

His lips made her think of kisses. Want kisses. Kisses on her mouth. Kisses on her neck like those that the loose women got from the other men. Kisses wherever he would give them to her.

Wicked wicked wicked.

“Dance with me,” he said.

She darted a glance into the ballroom. All of the women wore costumes, scanty, sheer, slipping from shoulders beneath gentlemen’s bold fingertips. Jack was throwing a masquerade for his friends and these women. Women she should not envy.

She should not be here. She should be at the dower house a quarter mile distant, where Eliza had drunk whiskey with dinner and now snored comfortably by the parlor fireplace.

“I cannot dance tonight,” she said with more regret than she remembered ever saying anything.

“Cannot? Or will not with me?” His tongue shaped words decadently, as though the syllables were born to kiss his lips and taunt her with what she could not have.

“If I could, I would only with you.”

He seemed to study her face: her too-big eyes, her too-small nose, the mouth that was too wide, brow that was too spotted, and cheeks that were too round. She knew her flaws, and yet he seemed to like studying them.

“What is your name?”

“I haven’t one.” Not that she could tell a stranger with elven eyes and pirate whiskers.

He smiled, and it was such a simple unveiling of pleasure that her heart thumped against a couple of her ribs.

“I will call you Beauty,” he said, then his brow creased. “But you have heard that before.”

“Then I suppose I must call you Beast,” she replied. She liked the tingling tension in her belly that he had deposited there with only his smile.

“For what I’m thinking now, you should,” he said . . .

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  • Great review! Thank you for hosting THE ROGUE today!

    Crystal, Tasty Book Tours

  • I have this book. I’m so glad that you really liked it. I don’t also love second chance love stories, but I don’t hate them either.

    • oh really? they are one of my favorite tropes to read. You would like this author though. She really writes such lively bantering.

  • Ooo a second chance romance. Reviews have been really good for this and I have it on my wishlist!

  • I know, but, I have not tried this author either :/

  • Yay for second chances type book, and I’m sorry but I can’t stop looking at the cover lol 😀

    • oh I hear ya…its one of the reasons I purchased it in paperback. :p

  • Sounds like a nice second chance romance. I do love a good second chancer. Plus that cover is smoking.

    • oh yes…I could stare at the cover all day….what a great male speciman hehe

  • Ann Lorz

    This sounds so good. I really want to read it. I’m going to add it to my TBR mountain. Nice review.

  • Bookworm Brandee

    Ooh, this sounds pretty good. I like that they both showed maturity – character growth – now that they’re giving themselves a second chance. Stubborn does usually make for good chemistry. 😉

    • oh I agree…I love a good level of stubborness. Makes for a lively read hehe

  • That’s good that they grew as characters and I like the idea that they have witty dialogue and can get beyond the past.

  • This sounds really interesting. I haven’t read anything by Katharine Ashe, but I have a few of her books on my e-reader. She has a great interview about this book on the Avon on the Air podcast which also sealed the deal for me. I’m off to add it to my library wishlist.