The Heiress and the Hothead
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Stunned by the heat of an unexpected kiss on a cold winter’s eve, two strangers from vastly different worlds turn hotheaded principles into burning passion in Sabrina Jeffries’s charming yuletide story, The Heiress and the Hothead.
Sabrina Jeffries
At the tender age of twelve, Sabrina Jeffries decided she wanted to be a romance writer. It took her eighteen more years and a boring stint in graduate school before she sold her first book, but now her sexy and humorous historical romances routinely land on the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists and have won several awards. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and son, where she writes full-time and is working on her next novel.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This was a nice short story. I sometimes enjoy a complete story that can be read and a single sitting and this one had a lot of great things going for it. This story is listed as being part of a series but it reads perfectly well as a stand alone. I was pulled into the story almost immediately and found myself really enjoying myself as I read.This story focuses on Amanda, who owns a cotton mill in America, and Stephen, who is working hard on factory reform. Stephen assumes that Amanda's factory has to similar to the ones he has witnessed. Amanda is a different kind of factory owner. She actually cares about her employees and works hard to ensure their safety. Amanda agrees to an interview with Stephen but only if he introduces her to some of his sources. I liked Amanda and Stephen as a couple. They have immediate chemistry with each other from the start of the story even though they disagree on just about everything. As they spend more time with each other, they both learn that things are not always as it seems. I loved the sections of the book with the mistletoe - it was just a lot of fun.My only complaint about this story was the oddly placed sex scene. I don't feel like a sex scene is a necessity in a romance novel although I do enjoy them when they are well written and help advance the plot. A sex scene squeezed into a book in an unnatural location isn't sexy. This pair are in a burning building and it looks like they are going to perish. Do they keep working to find a way out? No. They decide that this is the perfect time to have sex. It just didn't feel realistic to me at all.I would recommend this novella to fans of historical romance. I had a lot of fun reading the story even with the oddly place sex scene. The characters were fun and intelligent. I plan to read more of Sabrina Jeffries work in the future.I received an advance reader edition of this book from Gallery, Threshold, Pocket Books via NetGalley.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Received an ARC for honest review for netgalley.It was a cute story, not one of her best. But still a love story, involving two very hardheaded people unwilling to give up there lifestyles for the other. When they met, each had a misguided view on each other but as they spent time together, they realized that they were incorrect and there attraction grew along with respect. When a situation occurs that they thought they were going to lose there lives it bring to the forefront what is really important.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Romance amongst 'dark satanic mill[s].'Having inveigled an invitation to a Christmas house party, the radical Lord Stephen Corry, meets his match in Miss Amanda Keane. Stephen is a prolific writer who champions the cause for better mill working conditions and practices. He wanted to interview the American owner Montague Mills for an upcoming article.Mill owner Amanda, and heiress, has modern and compassionate ideas about cotton milling, workers conditions and the treatment of children particularly.Answering a friend's call to help stir a would be suitor into action, Lord Stephen Cory finds himself under the mistletoe kissing a different young woman by mistake. A deeper than usual Christmas romance skating the surface of a not so light issue, conditions in mills and factories that are still present in various parts of the world.I must admit that the dalliance during a fire took on a certain absurdity, that maybe fits with the surface story. On the other hand--maybe not!Mill conditions and romance seem strange bedfellows but Sabrina Jeffries makes it work!(I thought this title was familiar. Yes, like others I had read this Christmas novella before in the collection of Christmas stories, 'What Happens under the Mistletoe.' I must say that I'm somewhat nonplussed by the cost comparisons!)A NetGalley ARC
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Lord Stephen Corry is attending his brother's house party in hopes to meet an American mill worker, a spinster, who has come to England to see how they differ from American mills, Stephen has been working hard to better the conditions in the mills. Amanda is enjoying her visit and is first extremely surprised by Stephen, then has a feeling of attraction for him. As they got know each other they discovered they had misjudged and their goals were similar. And they get closer.This is short novella but it has a full story with entertaining character's. The romance was in the plot was sweet but also had plenty of passion. A great historical romance, I highly recommend it!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Received an ARC for honest review for netgalley.It was a cute story, not one of her best. But still a love story, involving two very hardheaded people unwilling to give up there lifestyles for the other. When they met, each had a misguided view on each other but as they spent time together, they realized that they were incorrect and there attraction grew along with respect. When a situation occurs that they thought they were going to lose there lives it bring to the forefront what is really important.
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The Heiress and the Hothead - Sabrina Jeffries
Chapter One
Walton Hall, Hertfordshire
December 19, 1829
Lord Stephen Corry, youngest brother of a marquess, might be considered too radical for polite company, but clearly he still had some credit in society. Otherwise he wouldn’t now be a guest at the manor house of American artist Jeremy Keane and the man’s new wife—Stephen’s old friend—Lady Yvette.
He entered the drawing room to find Yvette directing footmen who were hanging a large painting on one wall.
Ah, there you are,
she said. And just in time for the unveiling of my new portrait. Jeremy hasn’t seen it framed yet, so I’m surprising him by showing it off to our guests. The gentlemen are changing clothes after a day of shooting, the ladies will arrive any moment from shopping in town, and this must be hung before I can summon Jeremy from his studio.
He didn’t go shooting with the men?
She laughed. "Jeremy is not the shooting sort."
Stephen well understood that. I fear I’m intruding on your house party.
Nonsense. Clarissa was absolutely right. It’s absurd of you to spend the night at the village inn when we have so much room here.
What would Yvette think if she knew that her best friend—his cousin—had her own reasons for wishing him here? It had been a stroke of luck when he’d run into Clarissa earlier in the day.
I’ll convince Yvette to invite you if you’ll kiss me under the mistletoe in front of Edwin, Clarissa had said.
Why on earth would I wish to attend some society house party? he’d asked.
You told me once that you wanted to meet the owner of Montague Mills. Well, she’ll be at this party. I’ll introduce you.
Though Stephen hadn’t been sure what Clarissa was about with Edwin Barlow, the Earl of Blakeborough, he’d found the promise regarding Miss Amanda Keane, Yvette’s sister-in-law, impossible to resist. He had an article to write, after all, and he’d have no chance of meeting the American mill owner otherwise.
By all accounts, she was a colorless spinster with a hard-nosed view of life, who ventured into society as little as possible. He’d heard she’d be leaving England in a couple of weeks, so this would be his only chance to interview her.
Well, I promise not to cause too much trouble,
he joked.
Somehow I doubt that. Between our tendency to provoke people and the way women react to you, I imagine there will be trouble aplenty.
She grinned. Fortunately, I enjoy a lively party. As does Jeremy.
"Wait—how do women react to me?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Yvette eyed him askance. You know perfectly well that every lady you meet wants to fall into your lap. The older you get, the more unobtainable they find you, and now that you’re nearly thirty, they’re practically salivating to catch the elusive Lord Stephen.
I’m only twenty-eight,
he said sourly.
Close enough. Especially when you stalk about with that air of dismissive impatience that perversely attracts them all.
Have you been reading gothic novels again?
No, as a matter of fact,
she said lightly. I’ve merely spent years watching you trail women behind you as though you were a prodigal son pied piper.
The prodigal son part certainly fit. And it wasn’t his fault that his pursuits left him no time for the fairer sex. Or that his lack of interest only seemed to attract them more.
Sounds of horse hooves crunching on the snowy drive outside wafted to them. We can continue this discussion later,
Yvette said. That’s the carriages bringing the ladies from town, and I’m sure the gentlemen will be down soon, too. Go corral everyone and move them into the drawing room quietly, so as not to spoil the surprise, will you?
Before heading off, Stephen asked, Does my brother know I’m here?
How could he? When I arrived earlier, he was still out shooting with the others. But I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.
I doubt that.
Ever since Stephen had begun writing for The London Monitor, he and Warren had been at odds. He thinks me a dangerous radical determined to foment revolution and destroy England.
He does not. He merely worries you’ll do something rash and get yourself killed.
Stephen snorted. Granted, some of his speeches had been known to rouse tempers, and his series of articles regarding the poor treatment of workers in mills hadn’t been well received by his peers, who cursed him for his lack of loyalty to other Englishmen of his class. But no one would murder him for them.
And once he interviewed Miss Keane and demonstrated that American owners were no better than English ones, people would see he wasn’t just throwing stones at his countrymen. That the situation in English mills mirrored an equally bad situation in America. Perhaps then they would finally regard working conditions in the cotton industry as a problem that spanned continents.
Perhaps then they would finally do something about it.
He entered the foyer to find chattering women everywhere, stamping the snow off their boots as footmen hurried to take their bonnets, cloaks, and capes. Some gentlemen had already come down, including Blakeborough.
Overhead hung a kissing bough, a ball of evergreens with a bunch of mistletoe dangling from it. Here was Stephen’s chance to discharge his obligation to Clarissa. Now, where was she?
Ah—there she was, with her back to him; he recognized her forest-green cloak and deep-brimmed bonnet. She was near the earl, so she must be setting up the scene she wanted him to play for Blakeborough’s benefit.
Making sure that the earl was looking on, Stephen strode up to his cousin and spun her around. I’ve been looking for you everywhere, you little minx!
But as he bent to angle his head under the bonnet’s brim, he caught sight of a freckled nose that was decidedly not Clarissa’s.
That arrested him—especially when the woman gave him a startled look from eyes the color of a sparkling brook. With her sweet-featured face turned up to his, he could now clearly see the curls beneath her bonnet.
A low simmer began in his blood. Her hair was vibrantly, gloriously red. His favorite. Besides, they were under the mistletoe, and he couldn’t balk at kissing her now or it would look as if he’d found her lacking.
Everyone had fallen silent to watch what he would do. So he pressed his lips to hers. For her sake, of course.
He enjoyed it, too, despite the tittering and whispering around them. Her mouth was soft, supple. She smelled of apples and tasted of cinnamon. And when she raised up slightly to meet his kiss, it made him want to stand there forever with his lips sealed to hers . . .
God, what was wrong with him? He had no time for this.
Pulling back, he reached up to pluck the requisite berry from the kissing bough, then forced a smile for his blushing mistletoe miss. Or perhaps not a miss. Damn it, what if he’d kissed someone’s wife?
Seeking to recoup, he handed her the berry. Thank you for that, madam.
She took it with a look of confusion. Pardon me, sir,
she said in an accent he couldn’t quite place. Is this some quaint English custom for greeting guests?
English custom? Wasn’t she English? "Actually, kissing under the mistletoe is a quaint Christmas custom. I take it you were unaware of it, Miss . . ."
Keane. Miss Amanda Keane.
That froze the simmer in his blood. Miss Keane,
he said disbelievingly. She certainly didn’t look like a colorless spinster. Owner of Montague Mills.
That seemed to amuse her. As a matter of fact, yes. And sister to the man of the house.
Removing her bonnet, she handed it to a nearby footman. Though I don’t believe we’ve ever met.
No.
This was bad. She would think him a complete idiot to be kissing a stranger, and then he would never get his interview.
She was even more fetching without the bonnet, her hair a flaming beacon in the foyer. She had the sort of freckle-faced country girl appearance that fired his blood and made him want to tumble her in a haystack.
God save him. He hadn’t reacted this fiercely to a woman in a very long time. Why did it have to be with her, of