Series: Pennyroyal Green #5
Also in this series: A Notorious Countess Confesses, I Kissed an Earl, How the Marquess Was Won, The Perils of Pleasure, Like No Other Lover, It Started with a Scandal, Since the Surrender, The Legend of Lyon Redmond
Genres: Historical, Romance
For years, he's been an object of fear, fascination . . . and fantasy. But of all the wicked rumors that shadow the formidable Alexander Moncrieffe, Duke of Falconbridge, the ton knows one thing for certain: only fools dare cross him. And when Ian Eversea does just that, Moncrieffe knows the perfect revenge: he'll seduce Ian's innocent sister, Genevieve—the only Eversea as yet untouched by scandal. First he'll capture her heart . . . and then he'll break it.
But everything about Genevieve is unexpected: the passion simmering beneath her cool control, the sharp wit tempered by gentleness . . . And though Genevieve has heard the whispers about the duke's dark past, and knows she trifles with him at her peril, one incendiary kiss tempts her deeper into a world of extraordinary sensuality. Until Genevieve is faced with a fateful choice . . . is there anything she won't do for a duke?
Great historical romance, despite minor annoyances.
Thoughts on What I Did for a Duke
It’s quite possible I’m completely and utterly hooked on the Pennyroyal series now. Julie Anne Long makes me feel things. And makes me snort with mirth. It’s one of the best combinations ever.
Reading this series out of order as I’m doing, I’d already met Genevieve and Alex after their HEA. Sometimes I think that changes the perception of their own book, but in this case it was okay — it made Genevieve’s annoying stubborn love to someone else (I can’t even remember his name…) easier to deal with.
Because yeah, there’s a love triangle of sorts. But in some ways, it’s in line with Genevieve’s character: a young twenty year old. And something had to be used to highlight the difference between Genevieve, at twenty, and Alex, at nearly forty.
Side note: Though we’re never told Alex’s exact age, I wanted to dislike the huge age difference. I mean, nearly forty… thirty-six to thirty-nine? That’s still sixteen to nineteen years age difference. Old enough to father a child. And yet, Genevieve and Alex worked so well together it was easier to pretend there wasn’t such an age gap than to get upset over it.
But I really enjoyed the way Alex saw Genevieve for who she really was — something I’m sure any introverted woman can appreciate — and how Genevieve was able to stand up to Alex in a way no one else did. They each did something for the other, and it had me cheering for them.
Even when I wanted to smash Genevieve for being so stupid. (But then, at twenty, I imagine we do all sorts of stupid things. It’s just far more pleasant to erase them from the memory of our older selves.) The end was killer and even I, who’d read books after this, found myself ripping through to the end.