Quickie: A Wild Night's Bride by Victoria Vane


A Wild Night's Bride (The Devil DeVere #1) by Victoria Vane
Historical / Georgian
2012-04-25 (Breathless)

Rating: B
Heat: Hot

Heroine: Phoebe Scott – Actress, Commoner 
Hero: Sir Edward ‘Ned’ Chambers – Father, Widower 
Setting: England



I have to admit, I seem to be in a bit of a Historical Romance rut right now. (It happens sometimes… especially when you devour 35 of them in eight months.) So, it was with great surprise that A Wild Night’s Bride managed to put the fun back in Historical Romance and a smile on my face. It is chock full of delightful hijinks and filled to the brim with characters that are behaving very badly. In a very good way, of course.

The first character up to no good is Miss Phoebe Scott, a down-on-her-luck actress. After failing to get the starring roles on her own, Phoebe realizes if she wants to be able to continue eating, she’ll have to give in and do what all the other actresses are doing: find a protector to sponsor her.

Which leads her, and us, to “dull dog Ned,” a widower who has abstained from carnal pleasures (and fun in general) since his late wife passed away. Now that his daughter has come of age and requires a Season in town, Ned has to rejoin society.

Which leads him, and us, to Viscount DeVere—also known as The Devil DeVere—who, truthfully, is such a scene stealer. Devere is a rake (read: unrepentant and flamboyant manwhore with no scruples… which I love about him!) and is well known for his bad behavior. And it is because of him and his machinations that he, Phoebe, and Ned have a wild night filled with a demimonde masquerade, a crazy bet with the future King of England, and many stolen kisses in a closet.

A Wild Night’s Bride is a short romantic romp with ample amounts of sexy and hilarious antics that keep you turning the pages. I can’t wait to start the next story in this serial-like series, The Virgin Huntress! Bring on more of that Devil DeVere!

Favorite Quote:

"Where do you think to find him?" she asked.
"Look no further," Ned inclined his head toward the dais with a glower. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
For surrounded by women and sprawled like a god, or more aptly, a satyr, on the queen's throne, naked as Adam with a floral wreath on his head and phallic scepter in hand, was Ludovic, Viscount DeVere.


Thoughts While Reading:

N/A – A very fast paced read!


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