Reviews for His Lady Mistress

The average rating for His Lady Mistress based on 2 reviews is 1.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2009-04-03 00:00:00 Donald Edmonson Contrived. Purple. Ridiculous. Not worth the time. "I think I'll write a...." *chucks dart at Romance Genre Dartboard* "...Regency! Good, Regency. Now let's think." *spins Cliche Wheel several times* "...Must mention Almack's. The word 'wanton' must appear at least several times. Bodices, check. Breeches, check. The hero needs a title - let's make him an earl. With a twin brother! Younger twin, obviously. With a limp. The heroine should be a servant! Wait, no... disguised as a servant! Oooh, good, okay. Why is she disguised as a servant? Um..." *chucks dart at Situation Dartboard* "...because her parents are dead and the family that takes her in exploits her because they're mean. Right, that'll do. And I'll throw them into bed together, and have them fall in love, but neither one will say it, and neither one will believe it of the other, and then he has to marry her because he discovers that she is the..." *chucks dart at Character Dartboard* "...daughter of his former commanding officer. Good. [Note to self: look up stuff on whatever war it was. Pick a battle, inflict an injury.] Throw in some angst, some sex, and a gossipy..." *chucks dart* "...dowager aunt, and I'm golden! Whee!" Bah. Sorry, I thought it was rubbish. The only improvement over Georgette Heyer's worst efforts was the utter lack of the alleged Regency slang that I find so irritating. This is one of the free ebooks I got from Harlequin.com. Worth every penny I paid, too.

Review # 2 was written on 2018-03-12 00:00:00 Maria Lopez [The h/H have history. Her father was his commanding officer somewhere on some campaign on the continent. In the prologue, the father commits suicide and the H arrives just in time to help get him a decent burial, console the 15 yos. h and leaves the next day assured that her uncle is coming to get her. After a (5 years) belated nudge from his conscience, he visits the family the h�s supposedly living with to see how she�s doing only be shockingly told that she�s dead. But he does meet an overworked cinderella who of course is the h. He�s attracted to her and offers her the post of his mistress. To cut a long one short, she not only turns out to be a virgin but also the girl he was looking for. For expounded but still mystifying reasons he turns on her and calls her a whore and other such euphemisms and then marries her. After that it�s a me-perpetually-suspicious-you-perpetually-mopey. But we can take breaks to snatch new and fresh mus out of thin air. The spirit of the whole book is as follows� �I am not so easily manipulated and controlled as you might have hoped. You�ve made my bed. Now you shall lie in it.� Nothing had changed. Verity still held him at bay, beyond a wall of ice. �Spare us the impersonation of wounded innocence. It�s worked on me twice. Three times is once too often.� �Verity�listen to me. I was wrong�it was a mistake�forgive me.� �I shall seek my amusements elsewhere in future� �You little idiot! I was angry! You can�t have believed I meant�� His voice faded. �Oh, my God. You did believe it, didn�t you?" Visions of shadowed grey eyes haunted him, and a broken voice crying, �Don�t touch me!� Then she wept. She wept until there were no more tears. The h is so annoying with her silently suffering martyr act � forever shuddering, shivering, huddling, flinching, silently crying, not eating. (I do enjoy my angst by mistreatment of hs. Guilty of that, yes but this is harsh punishment - for the reader!) And sadly this is a h who had moments of pluck like when she chops off her spiteful cousin�s hair. And another late realizer as far as all things gestational are concerned. If not for this book, she�d probably have gone and delivered the baby and then said oops. With shaking fingers she closed the copy of Culpeper�s Directory for Midwives that she�d found in Max�s library. Only, what was this book doing in Max's library in the first place? The H is no better. One big confused looby, sending out even more confused signals. (hide spoiler)]