Sophy Noirot is a brilliant master of disguise. She’s the middle sister of three,and she helps to run their dress shop by getting scoops on who is wearing what. She dons disguises to get into places unnoticed and is a master manipulator who could easily sell ice to Eskimos. The only person that really throws her off her game is the Earl of Longmore. He’s a rake who relishes his reputation of being a bit empty headed. He’s dashing and he’s adventurous, and he has his sights set on the intriguing Sophy. When his sister, Clara (from the previous book, Silk is for Seduction) runs off in order to escape a forced marraige, Sophy and Longmore team up to track her down before the scandal completely ruins her.
This book Cracked. Me. Up. It was reminiscent of another favorite of mine by Loretta Chase, Mr. Impossible. Longmore is virile and witty, and isn’t the least bit ashamed of his prowess among women. Sophy has few romantic notions in her head with regards to Longmore, and it’s safe to say these two are on the same page from day one. They’re like two puzzle pieces fit together though you doubted they ever would. It makes for some hysterical exchanges. After a particularly potent stolen kiss:
“I thought you were going to leave me here,” she said.
“You talked me out of it…a moment ago…when you were aginst the wall, under Lady Flinton’s window.”
“Oh, yes – speaking of that-”
“Oh good,” he said, “We’re going to discuss it now.”
“We certainly are,” she said, “I had all my clothes on this time, so don’t try to use any excuses about my being mostly naked.”
“I don’t need an excuse,” he said. “But it might be that you have too many clothes on.”
She gave him a look of exasperation. He was familiar with that look. People turned it on him all the time. Her version, though, was precious.
“The only part uncovered was your face, “he said, “And your mouth kept moving. And so I had to stop it.”
“Why has no woman stabbed you before now, I wonder?” she said
“I have quick reflexes,” he said.
These two feed each other’s fires without realizing it. Or rather, without wanting to admit it to each other. I adored their story. I giggled many times while reading this in bed, enough so that my hubs wanted to know what the heck I was laughing about. These two are Trouble, with a capital “T”.
“He is not going to kiss and fondle you,” he said.
“And I am not going to lose my mind,” she said.
“You weren’t completely rational with me, I recall.”
“That was you,” she said. “That was completely different. I know the difference – and really, I find it disheartening that you don’t. Are all women interchangeable to you? But no-don’t answer that question. I find, on the whole, that I’d rather not know. I prefer to keep some girlish delusions.”
“Girlish delusions? Have you got any, by Jupiter? Because it seems to me…” He trailed off. It dawned on him then that women had always been more or less interchangeable. Except for her. “Never mind. I don’t know what I think anymore.”
This was a fantastic follow up to a wonderful series by the masterful Ms. Chase. Can’t wait to see what’s in store for the 3rd Noirot sister!
Scandal Wears Satin by Loretta Chase
Romance: 5/5 Raunch: 3/5