The widowed Marchioness of Folkestone is notorious for her parties, her art collection, and her utter disregard for the rules. But Ellie Claiborne knows her destruction is near. The new marquess is her first lover – the man whose sculpted body and sardonic grin haunt her every time she picks up her paintbrush. If he ever returns to claim his inheritance, her heart won’t survive seeing him again.
A man determined to destroy her…
Nicholas Claiborne hasn’t stepped foot in England since watching Ellie marry his cousin. He has no use for the gorgeous, heartless girl who betrayed him, or the title she abandoned him for. But when his business in India turns deadly, Nick must return to London to uncover a murderer – and take revenge on the woman he couldn’t force himself to forget.
A love they can’t escape…
Nick hates Ellie’s transformation from sweet debutante to jaded seductress. Ellie despises him for leaving her behind. Still, the sparks between them reignite the passion that should have been their destiny. As their demands of each other turn darker and a potential killer closes in, they must decide whether to guard the fragile remnants of their hearts — or find a way to fall in love all over again.
Unfortunately, I found it a little difficult to connect with this story. I often found myself being more interested in what was happening on the periphery of the story as opposed to what was going on with the hero and heroine.
Nick came across to me on occasion as a right royal knob. His anger often appears to be a little over the top. However you do get a sense of why he is angry as he is. He’s been slighted and ignored by the aristocracy all of his life, he’s been abandoned and insulted by the woman he loved and he thinks there is someone out to kill him. I think I’d have a reasonable dose of the shits if this was the case for me.
Now, Ellie – I was never entirely sure how to take her. I alternated between feeling pity for her and the situation she was in, and wanting to slap her for being such a cow. She often seemed to swim in the sea of self-indulgent behaviour.
Ten years is a very long time to hold a grudge, and Nick’s initial stage of revenge is quite devious, which I liked. His behaviour, however, did tend towards being a little boorish and rapey.
The sexytimes, while well-written, fell a little flat for me. Maybe this is because of the lack of connection I felt with the characters in this book. Comparing a woman to a racehorse, no matter if it is intended in a good light, just is not sexy in anyway for me.
I did enjoy Prudence – her forthright nature and total lack of a filter was pretty refreshing.
The Marquess Who Loved Me is a well-written story with some potentially fascinating and dramatic storylines, but there was just something missing for me. It’s usually not a good sign for me, when I find myself skimming.
My rating: 2.5 out of 5
Release Date: 13 February 2013
Note: I was provided with an advanced reader copy of this book by Sara Ramsey via NetGalley in return for an honest review.