Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue
Avon, August 30, 2011, $7.99
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Miss Heather Cynster...but not before she encounters kidnappers, danger, and a daring rescue at the hands of Viscount Breckenridge.
Determined to hunt down her very own hero, one who will sweep her off her feet and into wedded bliss, and despairing of finding him in London’s staid ballrooms, Heather Cynster steps out of her safe world and boldly attends a racy soiree.
But her promising hunt is ruined by the supremely interfering Viscount Breckenridge, who whisks her out of scandal—and straight into danger, when a mysterious enemy seizes her, bundles her into a coach, and conveys her out of London.
Now it’s up to the notorious Breckenridge to prove himself the hero she’s been searching for all along...
I came upon Stephanie Laurens early in my Romance reading career and fell immediately in love with Sylvester (Devil) Cynster, Duke of St. Ives and hero of Devil’s Bride (1998), followed by brief flings with several other Cynsters of Devil’s generation, particularly Spencer (Vane in A Rake’s Vow) and Rupert (Gabriel in A Secret Love). I loved that these men fell head over heels for their heroines and pursued them, regardless of the heroine’s refusal (and, oh, they did refuse). Of course these men, in turn, refused to say those three little words that would overcome all resistance.
If you, too, loved this trope and if you still love it, then Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue is for you. In this case, the reluctant heroine is Heather Cynster (young cousin of Devil, et. al.) and the pursuing hero is, naturally, Viscount Breckenridge. And, my friends, therein lies the distinction between this and the rest of Laurens’s Bar Cynster novels: only the names have been changed.
This book will provide you with everything you have come to expect from the Cynster men (whether or not they are actually Cynsters) and the women they love:
You have the engaging heroine who will settle for nothing less than love.
For years she’d searched through those more refined reception rooms for her hero—the man who would sweep her off her feet and into wedded bliss—only to conclude that he didn’t move in such circles.
Of course, she steps out of those circles, gets herself in hot water and must be rescued by Viscount Breckenridge.
Of course, our rakish hero, on running into Heather in a slightly shady salon, realizes immediately that Heather is the one.
The idea of her as his wife simply slipped into the center of his nebulous universe and clicked into place, acting as a catalyst, allowing associated elements to connect and clarify. Solidify.
Soon thereafter, we get the two things that I always look for in a Laurens novel.
She inwardly humphed.
Yes, we get a lot of inward expressions, comments and emotions and enough humphing (inward and outward) to earmark this as Stephanie Laurens.
To get on with the plot, Heather is kidnapped for purposes never really revealed (although I suspect they may become apparent in the next book of this series), and Breckenridge pursues her and her kidnappers into Scotland, where he does eventually rescue her and they end up in the Vale (home of Richard Cynster and his witchy wife, Catriona, Lady of the Vale).
But that’s not really the story. The story is the approach-avoidance romance so typical of the Cynster books. Breckenridge falls in love, although he won’t admit it to anyone, even himself.
She was a Cynster to her toes. Much better she never knew just how deep his fascination with her ran. Just how persistent and intense—intensely irritating—that fascination had proved to be. Just how impossible to eradicate. He’d tried. Hundreds of times. No other female had ever been able to supplant her in his mind. At the core of his desires, at the heart of his passions. And that was definitely something she never needed to know.
Here we also get Laurens’s characteristically efficient use of one subject for several sentences.
Heather, like any good Cynster heroine decides that
The notion of sharing a brief, passionate liaison with him before commencing the rest of her lonely life held serious appeal.
And, yes, they end up in bed and do go at it for hours, at the end of which, I’m exhausted, but they’re up for a rematch.
He offers marriage but never mentions the “L” word. She refuses until she hears it. He persists. She persists. He insists. She resists. Ultimately, he’s injured and she comes to the conclusion that he loves her (duh!) and succumbs.
So, yes. Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue is vintage Laurens, complete with single-minded hero and heroine, destined to be together, and replete with the sensuous love scenes that have long been Laurens’s hallmark. If you are pining for a good Cynster romance with not too much extraneous plot to get in the way, grab this one. You’ll love it.
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