Say Yes to the Marquess by Tessa Dare
Series: Castles Ever After #2
Genre: Historical Romance
Dates Read: January 12-17, 2019
Synopsis: Clio Whitmore has waited eight long years to marry Piers Brandon, Marquess of Granville. But after such a long time, she’s decided she’s done with waiting and wants to live for herself now — and she has grand plans.
Rafe Brandon, brother of the errant marquess, doesn’t like this idea one bit and sets out to convince Clio that she should marry his brother after all. He’s even going to plan their wedding himself. But will his plan backfire in the
worst best way possible?
I read this for the second challenge for Romanceopoly. Library: read any book you want.
This is probably the most hilarious romance novel I’ve ever read. I actually laughed out loud at some parts, which I rarely do — so kudos to Tessa Dare for that. Example:
“Wheeee!” The faint cry came from behind the closed door of Mr. Montague’s room. It was promptly followed by a springy sort of thud. The kind of sound that one might expect to result when a man leapt into the air and dropped his weight onto a mattress. Followed by more bouncy noises. And something that sounded like a chortle of glee. (37)
Maybe it’s because I’ve been reading darker stuff lately, but I was not expecting that.
While I appreciate that Rafe has to struggle through his “secret pain,” I do think there is a little too much time spent on it. When he’d start up again, I’d think, “Oh no, not again.” That said, I haven’t seen many heroes like Rafe in the historical romances that I’ve read, so I liked that he was different. You often see book-smart intellectual types — which I like, don’t get me wrong — but it’s refreshing when a hero like this shows up. He’s rough around the edges, has callouses galore, and knows how to properly make a fist (I see you Ms. Dare, I appreciate you and thank you — ain’t gon’ be no broken thumbs around here).
Phoebe, I love you. So she’s most likely on the autism spectrum, and the fact that Clio, Rafe, Bruiser — okay, basically everyone in the group except for Daphne and Teddy — treat her sooo well given the time period with their lack of knowledge about the subject is very touching. They recognize that she’s different but don’t tell her that she needs to change; instead, they tell her that she’s wonderful and perfectly acceptable the way she is. We need more of that. Speaking of which…
The way Clio comes to love herself and her body is ev👏er👏y👏thing.
- It wasn’t just knowing that Rafe found her body attractive. It was that she found her body rather attractive, too. (190)
- Her gently rounded belly and hips made no excuses for themselves. This was her body. She had learned to take pleasure in it, even if no man had ever done the same. It was curved and generous and womanly and strong, and it was formed to do more than decorate a drawing room, or transfer wealth from one gentleman to another. She was made to tempt, labor, inspire, create, sustain. Despite the way Rafe held her bound in his grasp, a sense of power moved through her. For once, she could revel in her femininity and feel it as something other than a disadvantage to be overcome. A quality to be respected, worshipped. Even feared. (190)
- She felt powerful. Which meant she would be beautiful. (328)
Yaass, queen. You work it, girl.
(Other) Favorite Quotes:
- Were his rakish exploits any mystery? Really, the corsets must unlace themselves. (8)
- He was sin in human form. No wonder they called him the Devil’s Own. Lucifer probably paid him to advertise. (25)
- I’m telling you, these things scream upper crust. You should get one, Rafe. No, I mean it. Someone talks over your head? Quizzing glass. Someone asks a question you can’t answer? Quizzing glass. (32)
- “Clio, whatever will we do with this sister of ours?” Her face blank, Phoebe turned from Clio to Daphne and back again. “Did I do something wrong?” “No,” Clio assured her. “You are frighteningly brilliant and adorably well-intentioned, and I hope you will never change in either respect.” (108)
- Clio reached forward and took hold of his hand. He started to pull back, but caught himself. Instead, he squeezed her fingers in silent thanks. If she could be brave enough to make the gesture, he ought to be man enough to accept it. (246)
- It’s only wasted time if you don’t learn from it. (247)
- He hadn’t known until that moment, but this was what he’d been longing for all his life. Not to claim, but to be claimed. Irrevocably. To feel free to love and be loved, without the looming fear that a few impulsive words could end it all. (344).