Eliza Farrell , amateur astrologer, must find a way to earn a living to keep her rogue father out of debtor's prison, save her beloved books from being sold and keep a roof over her head. But she never expected to earn it as mistress to the wicked Lord Lightning, known for his inability to love just one woman. Lord Hartwood is desperate to show up at the reading of his brother's will with a sinfully beautiful stumpet on his arm, but the freckled, redheaded Eliza is not what he had pictured. But her delightful curves beneath her puritanical gray gown and her unabashed honesty unexpectedly arouse his interest. Before the two know it, they find themselves fighting a growing attraction. When events of the past threaten their future together, can Lord Hartwood and Eliza overcome childhood scars to face a future together?
"Lord Lightning" by Jenny Brown is a wonderful combination of steamy and sensous romance and well-written and witty humor, creating a highly enjoyable Regency romance. With intriguing characters, evil neer-do-wells, secrets from the past, and astrological signs thrown in, Jenny Brown promises to quickly head the must read list.
They call him "Lord Lightning". . .
For his shocking behavior. An unrepentant rogue with a wicked reputation, his outrageous conduct ensures no woman will get close enough to hurt him.
But demure and lovely astrologer Eliza Farrell casts a chart that tells her Lord Hartwood is capable of great, passionate love. When Hartwood indulges in one of his famous pranks and invites Eliza to become his new mistress, the virginal country miss must meet her fate armed only with her knowledge that the cynical lord will become the tender lover she sees predicted in the stars.
Though Eliza is nothing like the brazen strumpets he prefers, the seemingly incorruptible seer excites Lord Lightning much more than the hard, calculating women he is accustomed to. Eliza's trusting spirit and quick mind touch his cold heart—and when the bewitching innocent surprisingly agrees to be seen on his arm, neither can predict the sparks that will fly between them . . . or resist the electric passion that will threaten to transform them both.