Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A Little Thing Called Love (Marrying the Duke #0.5) by CathyMaxwell

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Marrying the Duke #0.5
Cathy Maxwell
Releasing Sept 22nd, 2015
Avon Romance

Grandmother, grandmother, who shall it be

Who shall it be who will marry me?

Duke, Earl, a powerful marquess?

When my heart is given to Fyclan Morris…

In New York Times bestselling author Cathy Maxwell’s new novella, beautiful Jennifer Tarleton has no lack of noble suitors, but the only man who captures her attention is the one her father will never let her marry: Fyclan Morris. He’s a brash adventurer, witty, courageous…and Irish! Even worse, her father blames her for their reversal of fortune…

And it’s a fortune—or rather his grandmother the fortune teller—who foretold that Fyclan would meet “the one”, a love prophesied in the stars. He vows nothing will stand in the way of making Jennifer his bride, but is the price too high? Or is a thing called love worth every challenge?


A Little Thing Called Love is a prequel novella that sets up the story for The Match of the Century, the first book in the Marrying the Duke series. In The match of the century we see Elin's story, who is the daughter of Jennifer and Fyclan.

The story was short but it wasn't lacking. I was sold on Jennifer and Fyclan's story, despite the instant connection they had which sometimes is an off for me. Maybe the prediction was a factor that helped me with that. I want to see how the story in The Match of the Century will go. The blurb kind of contradicts what Fyclan's grandma said and I want to see how that will work out. The good thing is that the book will be released in November which is close enough for me.

Jennifer is my kind my gal. She is a reader and when she meets her husband, Fyclan, while she is trying to borrow a book (I wish something like that happened to me *sigh*). I liked how Fyclan wasn't a scoundrel, but still maintained an alpha personality. I despised Jennifer's father and I can't say that I liked her sisters. I am looking forward to seeing the characters from this story again in the first book of the series.

The ending of this story was quite satisfying and it was a good way to introduce the series to the readers. The epilogue was perfect for me and it sets everything up for The Match of the Century.

Most gently bred young ladies of her age would be just finishing the morning toilettes after a night of balls and routs. Not this one. Crossing the street ahead of Fyclan, she walked with purpose. She glanced at her scrap of paper repeatedly as if searching for an address. Her maid had to scamper to keep up with her. Her aggrieved footman held out his arm to protect her from the heavy traffic and unwarranted advances.
Fyclan crossed the street as well, wanting to keep her in his sights.
He didn’t quite know how he would approach her or gain an introduction, but reach her he would—
His friend Bishard laid both hands on his arm and swung him around. He kept hold of Fyclan’s jacket as he waved his hand in front of his face. “Are you not listening to me? Damn it all, Morris, I’ve never seen you chase a woman before, and now you charge off like a hound on the trace of a scent.”
Fyclan laughed. “Only yesterday you chastised me for not being more aware of the fair sex. Well, now I am aware. Very aware. And I’m about to lose her, so excuse me—”
Bishard held fast. “She’s not for you.”
Those were fighting words. “And why not?”
His friend glanced around as if those on the pavement around them would be keenly interested in what he was about to say. His voice lowered. “Stowe has spoken for her.”
He referred to the marquess of Stowe, one of the wealthiest men in London. The directors of the Company were keenly interested in him. Not only did they want his money for investment, they also needed his political patronage.
Bishard’s warning did give Fyclan pause. He looked in the direction of his goddess. She was moving steadily away, a bright blue gem weaving in and out amongst a sea of drab, hard working men and women, people whose lives held no room for such a lively color.
And he knew he must not lose her. “Who is Stowe to me?” he said and would have charged off again in pursuit but his friend held on.
“She is also Miss Jennifer Tarleton, Colonel Russell Tarleton’s daughter.”
“The fool who cost us Konkan?” Fyclan referred to the battle the Company had fought against the Maratha rulers over the northern provinces. Fyclan had been the Company officer in charge and had removed the man from his command. Fyclan had lead the counter offensive himself, barely saving the Company from a humiliating defeat.
“The same. And still just as foolish. From what I understand, he is in dun territory. His only hope is to marry his daughter to a trunk full of gold. Trust me, Morris, you don’t want this one.”
“I have money.”
“But not as much as Stowe,” Bishard answered.

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New York Times Bestselling Author, Cathy Maxwell,  spends hours in front of her computer pondering the question, “Why do people fall in love?” It remains for her the great mystery of life and the secret to happiness. She lives in beautiful Virginia with children, horses, dogs, and cats.

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