Skilled in the art of card playing, Deborah Grantham, a gambler’s daughter, uses that skill as her sole means of support as mistress of her aunt’s elegant and exclusive gaming club in 18th-century London. The beautiful young must find a way to restore herself and her aunt to respectability, preferably without accepting either of two repugnant offers. One is from an older, very rich and rather corpulent lord whose reputation for licentious behavior disgusts her; the other from the young, puppyish scion of a noble family whose relatives are convinced she is a fortune hunter.
Lady Mablethorpe was aghast. Her young son, Adrian wanted to get married Miss Deborah Grantham–a gambling-club wench! Thus she sent her trusted nephew, the vastly wealthy, clever, and imperturbable Max Ravenscar, speeding to the faro tables to buy the hussy off. A renowned gamester, and the first to own that he is untroubled by a romantic disposition, Ravenscar regards all eligible females with indifference, preferring horses, cockfighting or cards.
To Ravenscar’s surprise, Deb turned out to be besides remarkably handsome, witty, and–he could scarcely believe it–well-bred. Nevertheless, he expected she’d be grateful far the price he offered to give up her young suitor. Arrogant Ravenscar always gets his way and comes to buy her off, an insult so scathing that it leads to a volley of passionate reprisals, escalating between them to a level of flair and fury that can only have one conclusion. As they lock horns, they become increasingly drawn to each other. Amidst all the misunderstandings and entanglements, has Ravenscar finally met his match?
Regular readers of this blog know that I do have a thing for Regency Romances. Last year I decided to swear off certain Romances, especially from non-established authors who I’ve found tend to write (or edit/publish) for an American audience (it was having London Regency distances being measured in “blocks”).
Anyway, Georgette Heyer is one of those authors who escape the exemption by being one of the better quality Regency Romance authors, and I’ve written reviews on a number of her books before. In late 2019, I managed to pick up a whole swathe of her books by various means, and this was one of the first in the pile to be read. You’ll have to forgive me, as I actually read this a few months ago and I’ve only just gotten around to reviewing it.
The set up is relatively standard: a young man, soon to be of age, has been frequenting the gambling houses and has taken an idea that he is in love with Deborah Grantham, the niece and Faro table hostess in one of the more genteel Gambling Houses. (Faro is a card game that ultimately got replaced by Poker). Adrian’s mother is horrifed to find out who her son plans on marrying, so sends her older and richer nephew to sort things out.
Expect the usual comedy of errors, where people grow up, fall in love with people they didn’t expect, plans that go awry, huge bets placed/lost/won, and somethings not being what people thought. Everything gets sorted out well in the end.
The one relationship I have issues with is, unfortunately that of the hero and heroine. Yes, both are head strong and like getting their way. Deborah (having grown up in gambling houses) knows how to handle men and over amorous suitors, however, the behaviour she displays towards Ravenscroft in particular (and why he puts up with) I never got to understand. Therefore I never truly believed in the Chemistry and Romance between the two, for which I am saddened.
On the whole, I like Heyer books, and despite this not being one of her better books (in my opinion), it will not prevent me from reading the other books of hers I’ve picked up recently.