Linda
Written on Jun 24, 2017
The Captain's Bluestocking Mistress was a fun read, where the heroine used everything she could to try to seduce the good captain... who would do anything in his power not to ruin her
Story:
I don't even know where to start! I loved how Jane knew what she wanted, and that she did what she could to get it! At the perils of her being eligible for marriage, even. The Captain's Bluestocking Mistress brought both romance and humor, and a very unconventional heroine I loved to get to know. And I can't forget that darned cat, who both made things more difficult for Jane, and at times somehow better.
Ridley's Dukes of War series is so good, the heroines are not the ton's usual ladies, standing demurely in the shadows, they take charge of situations, and that makes them loveable. Broken heroes who can be put back together and become stronger are the best, and Xavier definitely fit that bill.
Characters:
Jane, the younger sister of a man whom the ton liked, has set her eyes on the man she wants to marry. And she will not back down for anything.
Xavier felt like he had nothing more to offer after he came back from the war. He had seen too much. Done too much. And came back alive, while not all of his friends did. He was sure he didn't deserve anything good, but Jane did her best to convince him otherwise.
Side characters from prior books, and hopefully one who will be featured in a future book.
Writing style :
The Captain's Bluestocking Mistress is written in third person, past tense, with an external narrator who knows most of what is going on. The dialogues where hilarious.
Feels :
Uplifted! That's my main feel for this one.
Even with all this snow and the serpentine trail of coaches, she and her companions would have plenty of time to mingle by the refreshments before taking their seats.mJane slumped against the squab. Mingling was horrid.
He must resume his scheme of converting her image of him into one of a mere acquaintance. It had to work. One did not seduce one's acquaintances.
Lord save him. He moaned into his hands. Things had somehow got even worse. his mission hadn't failed after all. Instead, he had accidentally become the-friend-to-which-she-shared-all-erotic-secrets. Platonic was worse than lovers. Platonic was hell.