
A Rogue by Any Other Name
Sarah MacLean
Avon/February 28, 2012/$7.99
What a scoundrel wants, a scoundrel gets...
A decade ago, the Marquess of Bourne was cast from society with nothing but his title. Now a partner in London’s most exclusive gaming hell, the cold, ruthless Bourne will do whatever it takes to regain his inheritance—including marrying perfect, proper Lady Penelope Marbury.
A broken engagement and years of disappointing courtships have left Penelope with little interest in a quiet, comfortable marriage, and a longing for something more. How lucky that her new husband has access to an unexplored world of pleasures.
Bourne may be a prince of London’s illicit underworld, but he vows to keep Penelope untouched by its wickedness—a challenge indeed as the lady discovers her own desires, and her willingness to wager anything for them...even her heart.
Sarah MacLean takes a couple of well-worn romance tropes—the marriage for fortune and the thirst for revenge—peoples them with engaging characters, and wraps them in some sensuous writing. Oh, and she manages to throw in a little of her trademark humor.
















There is no new thing under the sun. This is probably especially true of Historical Romance. It’s hard to find a Historical Romance that is not built around one trope or another. Just recently, 





In Linda Howard’s Shades of Twilight, Webb Tallant marries not one but two of his second cousins (not at the same time). This book, published in 1996, takes place in present-day (or 1996-day) Alabama and no one even blinks when Webb marries first Jessie and then Roanna. And you know what? I didn’t blink either.
As I may have noted earlier, I love large groups of handsome, sexy, Georgian or Regency men. Today, I’m going to add “Victorian” to my selection. Otherwise, how could I write about the Carsington brothers, who are more Victorian than Regency? And write about them I will.
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I love large groups of men. I particularly love large groups of handsome, sexy men. And, I might add that it doesn’t hurt if they’re all Georgian or Regency men (who can resist those buckskin breeches or those alpha males in satin and short swords?).
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