How to Play the Game of Love
Ladies of Passion Series, Book 1
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How to Play the Game of Love
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Narrated by:
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Heather Wilds
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Harmony Williams
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When Miss Rose Wellesley's father threatens an arranged marriage, she knows she'd better settle on a choice quickly or end up having no say in who she marries. Fortunately, she's garnered a rare invitation to Lady Dunlop's "Week of Love" house party, an annual affair notorious for matchmaking. Her plans to expedite a proposal would go smoothly if not for the brash younger sister she must chaperone, her outspoken, disagreeable best friend, and the bullish Lord Hartfell who seems determined to dog her every step.
Lord Hartfell embodies every last thing Rose dislikes in a man. He's domineering, tenacious, argumentative, and a little too casual with his nudity for her tastes. Worst of all, Rose can't seem to get him - or his kisses - out of her mind.
Rose is determined to find a more appropriate husband, even if her heart disagrees with how unsuitable the stubborn lord is....
Contains mature themes.
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Basically, all the four girls in this novel would've been ruined beyond redemption had they done even half the things in this book!
To start with, only married women could chaperone & no parent would send their unmarried daughters unchaperoned to a "love" country house party... that'd be a one way street to ruination!
It'd be (& still is) the epitome of rudeness & bad manners for someone to storm out of a gathering because they're throwing a very public tantrum & once again... they'd be ruined beyond repair if a single, non-related man chased after them & absolutely no one (not even a fake chaperone) to chase after them both... beyond ruined!
The hostess is the worst there has ever been... including starving her guests in favour of playing games... deciding that games are more important when a child goes missing & absolutely no one thinks to contact the child's parents... with a reputation like that, NO ONE would attend her parties ever again!
Jane Austen specifically wrote Emma as an unlikeable character & she is... but this author tries to pass off an Emma wannabe as likeable & she's not... IMO!
She's conceited, self-absorbed, selfish, spoilt & petulant!
Nevermind that an unmarried 20 year old woman could NOT be a chaperone under any circumstances... but she's absolutely awful at it as well & you gotta wonder if her parents have somehow missed how self-absorbed their eldest daughter truly is to even consider her to be a suitable chaperone!
She barely spends 20mns with the sister she's meant to be chaperoning as she's too busy trying to steal another woman's man because she meets his eyes over a crowded room after not seeing him for over a decade & has no idea if he's married, engaged, widowed, gay, etc... but she's "in love"... so the other woman is simply collateral damage as only her (flighty) feelings matter.
She's really concerned about society's rules, opinions & avoiding scandal (allegedly), but has no problem jumping out of a window for no good reason in the middle of am overcrowded party...
Honestly, I was rooting for Hartfell to tell her to do one... she's beyond obnoxious, even to the point of claiming that she has no problem getting any man she wants as she's blonde & that wouldn't be the case if she was a brunette... WTAF?!?!
The plotline is beyond predictable, the "mystery" is obvious as soon as the word fiancee is mentioned... ALL the adults in this book are completely dense & some can't even figure out what "they went north" implies ( massive facepalm), worse is that the heroine has the same thought on the same night, but still can't puzzle out where they might've gone or are doing...
This whole book is nonsensical....
faux Regency
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