Fun Fact about the Victorian Age
Before the electric light bulb took over the world, gas lighting was where it was at. Cheaper and brighter than candlelight, gaslight was in widespread usage in England by the mid 19th century. But the extra light and convenience came with some serious disadvantages. At the very least, the impure gas used at the time was likely to give off a foul smell and leave grime and soot on your walls. More importantly, little to no regulation of the industry made having your home or business outfitted for gaslight something of a risky proposition. There was no way of knowing if you received shoddy workmanship. Fires, explosions, leaks and carbon monoxide poisoning, while not exactly commonplace, were still very real dangers.
About A Gift for Guile:
She’s a liar.
She’s a con.
She’s a thief.
And God help him, but he’ll do anything to keep her safe.
Beautiful and conniving, maddening and brilliant, Esther is everything private detective Samuel Brass shouldn’t want. Esther knows she’s put herself in terrible danger, but nothing will stop her from making amends—not her family’s enemies, not old fears, and certainly not the domineering, interfering, and undeniably handsome former officer of the Scotland Yard. Yet whenever he’s near, Samuel makes her long for a life that can never be hers…and wish she were worthy of being saved.
Second in an exciting late Victorian romance series from a RITA Award nominee!
Samuel grabbed Esther and shoved her behind him just as the gig raced by, launching a great wall of ditch water over the curb and onto him.
It soaked him through to the skin, and there was nothing he could do but drag a hand down his face and flick the excess moisture from his fingers.
Esther snickered. Actually, she coughed, but it was a hide-the-snicker sort of cough. It didn’t fool anyone.
He glowered at her.
She snickered again.
“Get in the carriage, Esther.”
For once, she complied without argument. She clambered inside, one hand covering her mouth. The moment the door was closed, her laughter filled the carriage.
“Oh. Oh, Lord.” She flipped up her veil. “I’m sorry. I’m terribly sorry. But the state of you. Good heavens.” She calmed herself a bit and reached over to pat his knee. “My hero.”
Then she laughed some more.
He ought to be offended, really. Annoyed at the very least. But he couldn’t seem to move beyond amazed.
He’d never heard her laugh before. Not like this. Not with her head tipped back and the sound just flowing from her.
Samuel wracked his brain for a single memory of Esther laughing, really laughing, and came up blank. Years ago, when she’d been little more than a girl, she had giggled. Once or twice, she may have chuckled. Certainly, he’d heard her snicker. But he hadn’t heard her laugh. Not as a child, and not since he’d known her as an adult.
The woman simply didn’t laugh in front of him.
It seemed an odd thing not to have noticed before now. Stranger still that he should find an ordinary sound so extraordinarily appealing. There was a sweet, clear tone to it that made him think of wind chimes. Not the tinny sort Mrs. Lanchor had hung in the garden two years ago (and the beast had mauled into oblivion three days ago) but the solid sort that put one to mind of woodwinds.
Her laugh reminded him of wind chimes that reminded him of woodwinds. By God, he was England’s finest poet.
“You’ve changed,” he murmured. There used to be a brittleness about her, a deep unhappiness she kept hidden away along with her kindness and honesty, all buried beneath a layer of cool indifference. He couldn’t see that brittleness anymore.
“Beg your pardon?” Her laugh tapered off slowly, and she looked at him uncertainly. “I didn’t mean to cause offense.” A spark of mischievousness lit in her blue eyes. “Well, maybe a little offense, but—”
“I’m not offended… Maybe a little offended,” he corrected with humor. “But I wasn’t implying that you’ve changed for the worse. It’s for the better.”
“Oh.” Her lips curved in a small, hesitant smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re happier, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she agreed, and so readily that he could only assume she’d given the matter some thought recently. “I am starting to be.”
“It is nice to see.” It was more than nice. It was something else, something more.
Here, he thought, was the woman he’d caught glimpses of before. The remarkable one who amazed and fascinated him. Only it wasn’t just a glimpse. He remembered her insistence that he wasn’t a hard man and her defense of the little boy. And he wondered now if the traits he admired in her had never been quite as buried or transient as he imagined. Anything could seem like a glimpse, he realized, if one looked away too quickly.
How have I never read anything from this author before? Must. Remedy. SOON.
I absolutely adored everything about A Gift for Guile. Esther and Samuel were wonderful characters–definitely not perfect by any means, and boy did they have a talent for making the other one crazy!–but wow, were they absolutely perfect for each other. Their banter seriously had me giggling practically nonstop for pages at a time (thank goodness no one was around during my lunch break. I’m pretty sure they would have been speculating about my sanity. More than usual, anyway) and my ecopy has so. Many. Highlights. Really, it was getting ridiculous. 🙂
(And oh, poor Samuel. The guy just couldn’t get a gift that was truly for Esther–and he tried so hard! But when he finally does, boy does he! The guy’s good…I guess that’s why he’s a detective, huh? ;))
The relationship angst was 100% believable, and nicely resolved in a way that felt natural. There was a good dollop of suspense thrown in–just enough to make one anxious, but it didn’t go overboard. Really, the writing here was wonderfully balanced–I honestly couldn’t think of any way the story could have been improved.
A Gift for Guile clearly follows the events of book one, A Talent for Trickery , which are alluded to, but it worked just fine as a standalone. Esther and Samuel spend this entire book away from the other series characters, in fact, so really, starting with this book was not at all an issue. (But, yeah. I’m going to be reading book one ASAP. Because did I mention I can’t believe I haven’t read anything by Alissa Johnson before? Truly, what was I thinking?) Here’s hoping there’s more to come in this series! (There is at least one more sibling…maybe more–so there’s hope!)
Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A
I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
About the author:
Alissa Johnson lives in the rolling hills of the Ozarks, where she is hard at work on her next romance.
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