Author: Maya Rodale
The super cute love story between Lady Emma and Blake, the Duke of Ashbrooke, makes me want to break out in giggles. Gaddamit, I find that even I am not immune to the Ashbrooke Effect - which is what happens when ladies see the Duke of Ashbrooke and they become insensible or giggly or helplessly sighing over his Adonis-like looks. And while I am immune to very handsome men (kidding, I still sigh over George Clooney), what makes me
giggle sparkle are the tremendous efforts that Blake has put into wooing Emma.
One of the things that I found vastly amusing was that Emma was referred to as London's Least Likely to Misbehave. But Blake kept changing that moniker in his mind to several other titles that he felt apt: Least Likely to Love Him, Leastly Likely to Marry Him, and the like. I have become a fan of Maya Rodale's witticisms and delicious bantering between Emma and Blake, and amongst the trio of Wallflowers. The friendship between Emma, Olivia, and Prudence also made me want to be their friend and sit copious amounts of sherry while coming up with schemes. I mean seriously, it sounded like keen fun.
The cover of the book is very seductive, which is actually not in keeping the tone of the book. I thought The Wicked Wallflower would be something more along the lines of Alexandra Hawkins' Lord of Vice series, where men are so deliciously wicked. But what I found instead is a vastly entertaining historical romance book that made me not want to get off my bed for two hours. If you're more into the historical in historical romance, you might not enjoy this so much since Maya Rodale focused more on the romance part. However, as I was more interested in Blake's
sensual gaze attitude and courtship, I didn't mind it so much.
The Wicked Wallflower has made me wonder yet again why I had the misfortune to be born in the 21st century when I could have been born in the 1800s when I could participate in mad but totally lovable Aunt Agatha's Fortune Games or I could wear gowns all the time, when jewels while shopping are the norm, and men wore suits and
deliciously seduced wooed women like men (not like the men today who...oh, you know what I mean!). But oh well, that's life.
Nothing more I could do but just read more historical romance novels and await the release of the sequel, Wallflower Gone Wild. Now I'm off to read more about dukes and their dastardly romances.