Her parents meant for the exile to be punishment. Instead, Adelle found a love she never expected as the Wolf’s Lady. This is an interesting take on a historical even without the paranormal aspect. Henry isn’t a normal minor noble. He doesn’t just say he cares for his tenants, he works to give them a better life by teaching them skills. In a land where farming isn’t an option as the primary source of income, Henry creates inventions that are ahead of their time. In short, he’s a tinker…who also happens to be a werewolf. See? Clever! I liked Adelle’s character, too. She could have been totally appalled by the conditions of the manor, the lack of parties and entertainment, and the constant cold and snow but, she’s comes off less materialistic and smarter than the normal debutante. Maybe it’s the fact that she isn’t just out of the school room but I liked that she was more mature. I don’t think, actually I’m sure, Henry wouldn’t have fallen in love so quickly with someone who was constantly complaining and having temper tantrums. Then there’s the whole “by the way, I’m a wolf once a month” aspect. I liked the wolf history the author threw in at different times and wondered how Adelle was going to take the news. It doesn’t come out until later in the book so, after getting to know Adelle, I felt that she was going to take it much better than Henry imagined. As if the whole big wolf reveal wasn’t enough tension for the story, there’s this duke, Wexfield, he’s a weasel of an antagonist. I kept picturing the Duke Wesselton from Frozen. Everyone in that movie kept referring to him as Weaselton and it fit. Our story’s duke could have been named Weaselton. I just knew he was going to get what was coming to him. There’s a little bit of repetition in the story regarding Henry’s reason for agreeing to marry Adelle and her dowry. It made me pause to figure out if I had imagined reading something already or if it was simply being repeated, I quickly decided on repeat and moved on. It doesn’t ruin the story, just pulled me out for a bit. Besides some minor editing issues, the only other issue was that, beyond the paranormal aspect, there’s still some “suspend disbelief” pieces to this story. For one, while the story isn’t marketed as steampunk, the Duke manages to have a repeating handgun that I don’t think was present during the time period. Maybe steampunk is implied since Henry is a tinker and the Duke also has a dirigible. Adelle and Henry make a sweet couple. I loved that he couldn’t stay away from her and that she wasn’t afraid to push him a little, especially in regards to their mutual attraction. Readers who enjoy a good historical with a paranormal twist should give this one a try. The characters are interesting and the story is clever. A short read and worth the time.
The only mistake Lady Adelle Thornber ever made turned into a scandal that rocked London and saw her banished to Scotland, the reluctant bride of a reclusive baron. But Lord Henry MacAulay isn’t what she expected: he cares deeply for his barony and for her.
As the sole heir to the Roseheath title and werewolf alpha, Henry knew that he had to take a mate someday. He just didn’t expect to find her in a disgraced noble’s daughter forced into marriage with him. But as he falls more deeply in love with Adelle, he can’t bring himself to tell her what he really is. But when he can, it isn’t his werewolf nature that may tear them apart.
“Stay,” Henry murmured against her ear. His breath sent a shiver racing across her skin and her body heated, suddenly too constricted in her stays and gown. “I missed you last night. I wanted to be here.”
She wanted to offer a tart retort, but she was distracted when his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Don’t sneak up on me,” he murmured. “I would love to wake up and see your face, but I don’t care for surprises.”
Speaking of surprises, Adelle decided to tell him about what she had seen during the night, before he could distract the thoughts out of her head. “Henry, I know this sounds mad, but are there wolves at Roseheath?”
He immediately stiffened and pulled away a little. The color drained from his face for a second, and Adelle knew she had hit a nerve. “I saw one last night,” she continued. “Looking up at my bedchamber window. I could have sworn it was looking right back at me.”
“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” he asked.
If Henry hadn’t reacted the way he had, Adelle might have given that idea more credit. But Henry knew something was happening on the estate. “Yes, I’m sure,” she said. “I know I saw a wolf, or at least a massive dog, and I heard howling last night.”
He ran a hand through his tousled hair, a shaky smile lighting up his face. “Roseheath does have a modest population of large dogs,” he admitted. “They’ve been here for generations. I think they may have crossbred with wolves once.”
It made sense, yet it didn’t. “There haven’t been wolves in Britain for hundreds of years,” she said.
“During the war with France,” he clarified, an edge to his voice. It wasn’t anger, but ... fright? Was Henry afraid of the dogs, or what would happen if Adelle thought he might be lying?
“Napoleon brought wild half-wolf wild dogs to Scotland,” she said flatly.
“That’s how the story goes. Well, not him, but the French.”
“This is one of the most sparsely populated areas of Britain. Why not London?”
“I don’t know. That’s the story I was told when I was a boy, and there isn’t any more information about them that I could find.” Henry leaned back against the pillows and pulled Adelle with him, her back against his chest. “As long as you stay inside at night, they won’t bother you, Adelle. I promise. It’s a small population and they’ve never harmed a soul in all the years they’ve been at Roseheath.”
She turned around to face him. His eyes were hooded and when she raised the candle she saw how dilated his pupils were, something she had only seen with him. A warm thrum of arousal pounded through her veins, gathering between her legs at the sight. Her other questions about the wild dogs fled from her mind. The sheet had slipped down in their tussle, revealing his bare hips, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight.
“Stay with me.”
He kissed her with an urgency that quickly made her forget why she had come here in the first place, his tongue exploring her mouth as if it was his right. Right now all that mattered was this room and the naked man in the bed, who didn’t seem to have any intention of letting her go.
Jessica Marting wrote a quick, enjoyable read with this book. It is a historical paranormal book and was a fun read. She made the characters a pleasure to get to know with the bad guys very easy to dislike. The descriptions were well detailed and the story flowed well. The pages sizzled between the main characters as they got to know each other. This story is a one of one; however, I am looking forward to reading more from this author. Lady Adelle Thornber has been forced into a marriage she didn't want after being “ruined” by a man who would never marry her. With her broken heart and tattered reputation she finds herself set for a quiet new home in Scotland to marry a man that wasn't looking for a wife. Lord Henry MacAulay has been forced to take a bride in order to keep a secret fragile peace in place. As he battles with his own secrets and when to share them, Adelle must share her own secrets with him. As danger comes to the quiet doors of Roseheath their secrets will either tear them apart or bring them closer together.