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Fool For Love

 

The Woman

Lady Henrietta Maclellan longs for the romantic swirl of a London season. But as a rusticating country maiden, she has always kept her sensuous nature firmly under wraps -- until she meets Simon Darby. Simon makes her want to whisper promises late at night, exchange kisses on a balcony, receive illicit love notes. So Henrietta lets her imagination soar and writes...

 

The Letter

A very steamy love letter that becomes shockingly public. Everyone supposes that he has written it to her, but the truth hardly matters in the face of the scandal to come if they don't marry at once. But nothing has quite prepared Henrietta for the pure sensuality of...

 

The Man

Simon has vowed he will never turn himself into a fool over a woman. So, while debutantes swoon as he disdainfully strides past the lovely ladies of the ton, he ignores them all... until Henrietta. Could it be possible that he has been the foolish one all along?

Fool for Love is Book 2 of the Duchess Quartet. Read more from the Duchess Quartet.

 

 

July 2003

Debbie pointed out that page 336, third paragraph, fourth sentence reads: "He knew her body as intimately as he did her own." Of course he knew HIS own body intimately, not hers (at least, not yet).

 

Writing books is like any other job: there are those moments when you wonder, "How could  I have done that?  How could I have been so absent-minded / foolish / careless? When I wrote Fool for Love, I gave Darby two little sisters, Anabel and Josie, and Henrietta one sister, Imogen. Then a few years later, I started a series about four sisters. I must have changed their names a hundred times. For a while, the youngest sister was Petronella. Eventually I named the eldest sister Tess, and then I found three names for Tess's sisters that just sounded…right. Yep! Annabel, Josie and Imogen sprang back into life. There is no connection between my earlier characters and these; please forgive me if I confused you. A reader named Carol was kind enough to point this out to me.

 

Savannah (and several other readers) pointed out that I have two characters called Millicent in the space of one novel—possible, but not probable. One Millicent is Henrietta's stepmother, and the other is the girls' new nanny, Nurse Millie.

 

The epilogue of Fool for Love... ah, how I wished I hadn't written that little round-up of my characters. Because it messed up everything when this trilogy suddenly became four books, and I needed more time. There's a little time problem between the epilogue of Duchess in Love and the timing of Esme's baby... if you didn't notice it, hurrah!

 

 

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Fool For Love
Book two in The Duchess Quartet
I'm the kind of writer who can't seem to think in terms of one book: I invariably design a world that takes up three or four books. This leads to a virtual web of connections between my books. So what I offer below is something of a family tree, a way of chasing the characters whom you particularly like through several books, or of figuring out why a character's name sounds so very familiar to you.

Warning! In describing relations between characters, I may wreck a book for you by making it clear who someone marries, or the outcome of a book. Please do not read about The Inside Take if you're wary of knowing who is paired with whom!

» The Duchess in Love quartet should be read in this order: Duchess in Love, Fool for Love, A Wild Pursuit, Your Wicked Ways.

» I wanted Simon to be a challenge: a man who wore lace, appeared to be without any money, and had no title. Thus he was a man who had none of the obvious testosterone markers that signal HERO to a reader loving the Regency period. I dressed him in lace and colors, rather than black and white. As it turned out, his colors were historical, if his lace was a trifle outdated. .

» Simon Darby mentions in Fool for Love that his younger twin brothers left England years ago, and he has no idea if they are still living. One of those brothers (Tobias) returns to England in the anthology, The One That Got Away.

» Josie is my antidote to the sickly sweet children who populate far too many novels. Anabel is another paeon to reality. My own daughter upchucked her milk well over her first year of life. She is now ferocious, militaristic and impudent in the extreme. One could think of Josie and Anabel as joint tributes to my daughter.

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IN HOLLAND


 

Waldenbooks Bestseller (6): two weeks

New York Times Extended Bestseller List (32)

USA Today Bestseller (59): three weeks

Ten Best Romances of 2003 - Amazon.com

Affaire de Coeur’s Reader Contest:  Finalist for Best Foreign Historical



"The bucolic charm of Wiltshire becomes a hotbed of intrigue and romance in this captivating tale. Richly detailed and delivered with a touch of whimsy, readers will instantly be drawn to each of the characters. In fact, several scenes between Simon and Henrietta are so tender and poignant that one may swallow a lump or two. "

- Romance Fiction Team Captain, America Online Romance Fiction Forum (posted August 12, 2003)

"Eloisa James carries off Fool For Love in her delightfully individual style. As always, she gives her creations distinct personalities with virtues, faults and foibles, then pokes gentle fun at them with affection and humor. Henrietta is immediately likable; Simon becomes more so the more we come to know him, and as his heart sheds its hardened veneer... The narrative and dialogue are telling and witty, the story rich and riveting. I highly recommend the superb Fool For Love. "

- Jane Bowers, Romance Reviews Today (posted August 12, 2003)


4 1/2 Stars and a Top Pick
"Delightfully witty, marvelously sophisticated, highly romantic and definitely daring, this spin-off from Duchess in Love showcases Eloisa James' talent for storytelling. Not only does she craft fascinating characters, she also delves deep to produce a story that has powerful emotion and depth.... The beauty, sensuality and sensitivity of [Henrietta and Simon's] love turns what could be an ordinary romance into one of true magic... Readers will not want to miss this fabulous sequel. It's sure to find a place on your "keeper" shelf."

- Romantic Times BOOKreviews (posted August 2003)


"Eschewing the formulas and character types found in many romances, this pert Regency pairs a dandified urbandite and a disabled heroine, which makes for some frank, funny exchanges... This spry story will seduce readers with its wily wit and distinctive characters."

- Publishers Weekly (posted June 2, 2003)

"Witty dialogue and exceptional secondary characters, especially Esme, make this a highly recommended book. Readers will enjoy revisiting characters from Ms. James's delightful Duchess in Love."

-- Old Book Barn Gazette (posted... Forthcoming)

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Spoiler Alert for Duchess in Love!
For those of you who read Duchess In Love: Esme Rawlings’s husband is dead. But she is carrying a child, and the sex of that child will determine whether her husband’s nephew, Simon Darby, inherits the Rawlings estate. So Darby retreats to the Rawlings estate, where Esme is in confinement, to wait out his aunt’s pregnancy and, perhaps, just perhaps, to win himself an heiress...

In which an elegant London gentleman meets a lady from the country... and both are surprised.

“Now that was foolish,” Lady Henrietta said in a clear voice.

“What?”

“Blowing Lucy Aiken down the wind,” she said promptly. “Lucy is a remarkably sweet girl who would be quite a good mother to your sisters. She has a passion for London, and will be easily satisfied by living there and riding in the Row a few times a week. You couldn’t do better than marry her.”

Darby blinked. Didn’t she know that young ladies did not discuss other ladies’ marriageable prospects in polite company? In other words, in the presence of a man?

Before he thought it through, he said, “I believe I am not quite used to the idea of assessing women as marrigeable commodities.” That made him sound insufferably conceited, so he added: “Of course, the assessment occurs on both sides.”

“Perhaps your dismay is due to your gender. We women are, by necessity, quite familiar with the concept of the marriage market. I suspect that the problem is not that you didn’t see yourself as part of that market previously. It’s that you are used to being an object of great worth, and now your aunt’s happy condition has made you slightly – but only slightly, Mr. Darby – more affordable.”

There was nothing mocking in her eyes, actually. And it made sense that she thought he needed to marry an heiress.

“I suppose that’s it,” he said. He finished his Madeira. “You are remarkably frank, Lady Henrietta.” He could never remember being labeled affordable in the past.

“I’m afraid it’s a fault of mine,” she agreed, looking utterly unrepentant. “Perhaps it’s a facet of small-town life. One needn’t obfuscate quite as much.”

“Never having spent any time in the country,” Darby said, “I can hardly disagree with you. I gather you heard the rumor that I have made this particular visit in order to wait out my aunt’s confinement and determine whether I am my uncle’s heir?”

“Is it true?”

Darby jiggled his wineglass, watching the last few drops of ruby liquid chase about the bottom. “I believe you would find my answer truly shocking, Lady Henrietta.”

“I doubt it,” she said tranquilly. “A small village contains just as much greed as a large city.”

He looked up, a faint smile curling the edge of his mouth. “Now I am both affordable and greedy?”

“I did not say that. And I didn’t mean it either. I think that if you approached Lucy again, you would find her quite pleased to talk to you,” Henrietta replied. “She doesn’t really see you as a commodity, Mr. Darby. Lucy is merely young. But I think she was quite taken with your symmetry.”

He looked at her sharply, and there was a just a trace of laughter in her eyes.

The wine was set down before him and he took a sip, rolled it like potent fire on his tongue. Since she was bold in her speech, she presumably would not be shocked by the same bluntness.

“So why are you not on the market, Lady Henrietta Maclellan?” he asked deliberately. “I have watched you talk to old ladies, and young ladies, but no gentlemen.”

“Not so!” she protested. “Lord Durgiss and I had a long conversation about his hedges, and –“

“Is that Lord Durgiss?” He nodded toward a stout peer dressed in a florid satin waistcoat. “The man wearing a violet waistcoat?”

“No, that is Lord Durgiss’s son, Frederick. Frederick does have dreadful taste in waistcoasts, does he not? You see, he fancies himself the next Lord Byron. He’s been writing perfectly appalling verse to my sister Imogen for the last month or so.”

“And why isn’t he writing verse to you? You are far more symmetrical than is Lucy Aiken, for all her thousands.” He leaned just a trifle closer and held her eyes for a moment before she dropped them. “You are quite exquisite. Your hair is truly out of the ordinary, and yet here you are, in a rural backwater.”

Deliberately he reached out and picked up her hand. It was tiny, dwarfed by his own. In the back of his mind he realized that his heart was pounding, a ridiculous response to nothing more than a beautiful face and a fringe of black lashes.

She swallowed. Her throat rippled. God, she even had a lovely throat.

“Because I am not symmetrical,” she said finally. She took a drink from her glass of champagne, looking at the bubbles rather than at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I cannot have children.” She raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were a navy blue color and perfectly set apart. She was like the most gorgeous mathematical theorem he had ever seen: devastatingly simple on the outside and fascinatingly complicated on the inside.

He hadn’t really listened to what she said. “You can’t – what?”

“Have children,” she said painstakingly, just as if this was the kind of conversation that people often had with strangers.

What the devil was he supposed to say to that? He had never heard a gentlewoman discuss her plumbing in company.

Her eyes were still on his face, and they had that slightly mocking edge in them again. She drew her hand away. “I apologize if I horrified you by my bluntness, Mr. Darby. I’m afraid that everyone is aware that you have to marry an heiress in order to support those lovely sisters of yours. As it happens, I am an heiress but, under the circumstances, I am not active in the marketplace.”

He literally had no idea what she meant.

She finished her champagne and put it down with a little click. Her smile was kind. “I would not wish you to labor under the misapprehension that I might join the fray and purchase you myself.”

He didn’t even laugh until some time after she walked away.

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This is book two of the Duchess Quartet. Read an excerpt from A Wild Pursuit, book three in the set.