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Book review: A Very Merry Chase…

December 22nd, 2010

If you’re dying for a funny regency romance and you love Georgette Heyer, you’ll love A Very Merry Chase by Teresa Bohannon. The author sums it up, “Set in early 19th century Regency England, and harking back in style to the heyday of Georgette Heyer and Barbara Cartland, A Very Merry Chase is a comedy of manners and errors that boasts empire fashions, dashing characters, verbal sparring matches and witty repartee mingled with just a hint of mystery, danger and intrigue.”

It’s a classic Regency Romance and I give it four shiny big stars! When I started reading it was nearly bed time. I told myself I’d just read the first chapter. Ha! By four in the morning I had to force myself to stop and go to bed. After about two hours sleep I got up to see my Goblin off to work and then after waving him away with bloodshot eyes, I finished the book. It was that good! I loved all the main characters including the bad guy (who isn’t very lovable, but there’s something about him that makes me hope he has a happy end somewhere). I wish my characters could have dinner with Bohannan’s characters or meet them at a house party. I’ve never had that reaction to a regency romance before. After the short excerpt there’s a link to download a free pdf file of the first chapter (which I think is one of the funniest first chapters I’ve ever read!).

Excerpt: A Very Merry Chase – An Old-Fashioned Regency Romance

The highwayman was tall, so much so that he had to stoop to see his worthy opponent…even through the coach’s open door. He wore a dark cloak topped off with a wide brimmed hat and a black mask, off-setting large gray eyes, which glittered like steel in the moonlight. A sardonic smile played over his generous, well formed lips and highlighted the strength of his jaw.

“Would I be correct in assuming you to be the famous—or shall we say, infamous—Lady Sabrina St. Clair? She, who dazzles the male population of the ton with her beauty only to break their hearts, and who causes the ladies to bristle with envy as dark and as green as her own lovely eyes?”

Her look of disgust elicited a deep laugh that only made her more beautifully angry. The devil took hold of him. He could not resist further goading her. “Before you so rudely interrupted me, My Lady, I do believe we were discussing recompense.”

Sabrina grabbed up her reticule which she flung once more into his smirking face. “Take this and be done with it! Aye, and the jewels as well,” she said, kicking the heavy case nearer to the door. “Take them all and be done with it. ‘Tis a small enough price to pay to be rid of you.”

“You offer your jewels most freely, my pet. Could it be that you do not cherish them overmuch—or could it be that you have other jewels upon which you set a higher value?”

“I am most certainly not your pet! And I am indeed most assuredly apologetic, sir, if you are disappointed in my meager supply of jewels.” Her carefully articulated words slowly dripped with near deadly venom. “When next we meet, I will contrive to bring a better selection for your procurement.”

“Ah, but you mistake my simple words, my p… my lovely Firebrand. Cold hard stones cannot hold a candle to the living, breathing prize I see before me. No…my love, I think I would prefer that which mere coin cannot purchase…a closer look at the emerald of your eyes, the warm luster of your pearly skin, and the touch of your ruby lips—that…that my dear lady would be prize plunder indeed.”

He expected genteel fireworks; but received instead a heartfelt shock. His reward was neither ladylike blushes nor even a delicate swoon. Sabrina retaliated with a stinging slap and a veritable tirade of angry rants and furious imprecations.

When her angry diatribe finally wound to a breathless close, he laughed out loud before slowly, exaggeratedly applauding her most unladylike display of temper. “Well done. Well done, indeed, little Firebrand.”

Insulted and outraged, she started to speak, but he stopped her with a finger to his well-formed lips and a shake of his head. “Seriously, my dear. Tsk. Tsk. And here I believed myself in the company of a fine lady—showing you all the courtesy due to one of your supposedly elevated station.”

“Bloody hell, you did.” she replied, attempting to land another stinging slap.

At this point, Lady Bethany, shocked absolutely to the core of her gentle soul, could take no more and swooned dead away.

He pointed this out with no little enjoyment. “Now, my fine lady, look what you’ve done. You should be ashamed?”

Sabrina, not in the least contrite, began to call down curses on not only the man himself; but on all of his ancestors past and his descendants yet to be born.

“My dear, that really is quite enough. If you persist in acting like a strumpet, then, I fear, as a strumpet you shall be treated.”

She gasped aloud and jerked away; but he was lighting fast and inside the coach with one foot even before he finished speaking. He laughed as he swept her firmly into his arms and out into the moonlit night.

And thus begins the chase…

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  1. Teresa Thomas Bohannon
    December 23rd, 2010 at 00:52 | #1

    Thank you so much for the lovely review. I am truly and sincerely honored that you liked A Very Merry Chase.

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